"And my boyfriend is going to be the quarterback, and he's British, so he doesn't even know what that means."
"I used to say, and I meant this in a nice way, that my mother should have been a Nazi interrogator."
This is one of those times when we really wish the 'New Yorker' had pictures.
How nervous is 'The New Yorker' about the Kindle? Almost $3,000 worth of nervous!
On July 1, Wood will add "guest percussion" to a concert by author John Jeremiah Sullivan's band, Fayaway.
"A lot of people will tell you that a good phony fever is a dead lock, but, uh ... you get a nervous mother, you could wind up in a doctor's office. That's worse than school."
"Finding one was a little like stumbling on an empty crack vial in a public park."
Why Malcolm Gladwell's assumptions about the game might mislead you.
Dan Baum's Twitter account of getting fired from the magazine reveals some, but not all, of the secrets of the House of Remnick.
"If I ever got a country house, it would be in the Village."
Or is 'Snark' author David Denby just being snarky?
It's just your standard-issue case involving rape, murder, and pig theft.
A successful parody of the restaurant column in 'The New Yorker.'
We’ve read 'New Yorker' cartoons funnier than this.
'The New Yorker' gets into the brain of Barack Obama's muscle.
Remember how that goes? If you don't have a chair to sit in when the music stops, you … are … out!
Drew Schutte is out at 'The New Yorker,' and Lisa Hughes is in.
She refused to put a $50,000 sequined minidress in the magazine, despite "how magical Steven Meisel thinks it is."