each of us only feels the torn lining of his own coat and sees the wholeness of the other person's.
Erica JongBut come back in November or December, in February or March, when the fog, la nebbia, settles upon the city like a marvelous monster, and you will have little trouble believing that things can appear and disappear in this labyrinthine city, or that time here could easily slip in its sprockets and take you, willingly or unwillingly, back.
Erica Jong