"The Upper East Side was like something from Fitzgerald, or Thackeray. Teenagers acting like adults. Adults acting like teenagers. Guarding secrets, spreading gossip, all with the trappings of opulent wealth. And membership in this community was so elite you couldn’t even buy your way in, it was a birthright. A birthright I didn’t have and my greatest achievements would never earn me. All I had to compare to this world was what I’d read in books, but that gave me the idea. If I wasn’t born into this world, maybe I could write myself into it. I’d overheard enough conversations to be able to mimic the language of the Constance girls, but every writer needs his muse, and it wasn’t until that photo of Serena in the white dress, that I knew I had something strong enough to actually create a legend and launch a website. Within weeks I was getting dozens of e-mails with stories of Upper East Siders, so I posted them anonymously…and then I got more. Before long it was a monster. Everyone was sending tips. And when Serena got back from Boarding School, I wrote my first post…about me. Lonely Boy. The Outsider. The Underdog. I might have been a joke, but at least people were talking about me."

"there will be always someone on the outside, wanting to get in."