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.

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.

Yet she likes complications. She wishes she could turn and say: I like people who unbalance me.

With all respects to heaven, I like it here.

I write articles, and I do profiles of members of organizations and associations.

The repeated lies become history, but they don't necessarily become the truth.

He realized that he had thought only about the first step, never imagined the last.