New York was no mere city. It was instead an infinitely romantic notion, the mysterious nexus of all love and money and power, the shining and perishable dream itself. To think of 'living' there was to reduce the miraculous to the mundane; one does not 'live' at Xanadu.
Joan DidionWhy do you always have to be right. Why do you always have to have the last word. For once in your life just let it go.
Joan Didion