You don't have to be a member of the New York Psychoanalytic Institute to figure out that when you title a memoir of your parents 'Them,' you're performing an act of distancing.

I can't imagine Jon Cryer performing with the New York Philharmonic isn't one of the signs of apocalypse.

In 1998, Vanity Fair asked me to write a big piece for them on the 50th anniversary of the New York City Ballet. My life, to a great extent, had been spent at and with the New York City Ballet, and I decided to try it. It was very scary, writing about something I loved so much and had such strong opinions about.

The worst. New York state is now farther away from complying with (the act) than any other state.

I'm convinced that the place, if you have your druthers, to go to have that experience is New York City.

New York has always been going to hell but somehow it never gets there