She's always thought that one of the beauties of New York is that you can be from anywhere and within moments of landing its yours.

We shape ourselves by our imaginative reach.

...it was necessary to love silence, but before you could love silence you had to have noise.

Memory has a heavy backspin, yet it’s still impossible to land exactly where we took off.

The world does not turn without moments of grace. Who cares how small.

Whenever summer rolls around I begin to realize that I'm a complete and utter book snob. In relation to reading, I have absolutely no guilty pleasures at all. No graphic novels. No murder mysteries. My summer read is really no different from my winter read. I know many bookshops and magazines would have me believe that our summer forays are different, but literature is literature, and unfortunately snobbery is snobbery.

We have to listen to other people's stories. That's the thing. And that's the only way that we eventually get to know ourselves.