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.
A book is completed only when it is finished by a reader.
There are no days more full than those we go back to.
The point of flight. To get rid of oneself. That was reason enough to fly.
The real beauty in life is that beauty can sometimes occur.
And I suddenly think, as I look across the table at him, that these are the days as they will be. This is the future as we see it. The swerve and the static. The confidence and the doubt.