New York had all the iridescence of the beginning of the world.

Through all he said, even through his appalling sentimentality, I was reminded of something-an elusive rhythm, a fragment of lost words, that I heard somewhere a long time ago. For a moment a phrase tried to take shape in my mouth and my lips parted like a dumb man's, as though there was more struggling upon them than a wisp of startled air. But they made no sound and what I had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever.

Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope.

Begin with an individual, and before you know it you find that you have created a type; begin with a type, and you find that you have created - nothing.

To the wingless a more interesting phenomenon is their (W/E Egg) dissimilarity in every particular except shape and size.

he was figuratively following along beside her as she walked the fence, ready to catch her if she should fall.

It's never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be.