It's the punctilious attention to detail, in a time when nobody even bothers to get the spelling of your name right.

I'm really a novice about being a real estate developer.

I've looked at a lot of cities and could have gone anywhere, but Pittsburgh just turned out to be a cut above the others.

Claridge's is elegant but determinedly unglamorous. The only fantasy it has to offer is the illusion that the world is in good working order.

Nothing makes you feel that you've overstayed your welcome like a flower arrangement that has withered and died.

The idea that the world can unite without being regulated is clearly an illusion.