New York City does not hold our former selves against us. Perhaps we can extend the same courtesy.

Why should anyone else have it easy. Spoken like a true New Yorker.

Cherish your old apartments and pause for a moment when you pass them. Pay tribute, for they are the caretakers for your reinventions.

The city knows you better than any living person because it has seen you when you are alone.

Maybe we become New Yorkers the day we realize that New York will go on without us.

You are a New Yorker when what was there before is more real and solid than what is here now.