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 DidionWe live entirely, especially if we are writers, by the imposition of a narrative line upon disparate images.
Joan DidionMarriage is memory, marriage is time. Marriage is not only time: it is also, parodoxically, the denial of time.
Joan Didion