Long ago, long ago. The simple things come back to us. They rest for a moment by our ribcages then suddenly reach in and twist our hearts a notch backward.

The Irish are great for their tunes, but all their lovesongs are sad and their warsongs happy.

Long ago, long ago. The simple things come back to us. They rest for a moment by our ribcages then suddenly reach in and twist our hearts a notch backward.

A book is completed only when it is finished by a reader.

There are moments we return to, now and always. Family is like water - it has a memory of what it once filled, always trying to get back to the original stream.

It struck me that distant cities are designed precisely so you can know where you came from.

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.