I love the dignity in the name Philadelphia, but at heart, we're Philly.

Because the thing about love is that we can't control whether we get it, but we can control whether we give it.

Any middle-aged woman knows that our feet are not for the faint of heart, especially in midwinter. I wear clogs, so it's actually like my feet are wooden now.

I love the dignity in the name Philadelphia, but at heart, we're Philly.

I love everything about Philadelphia, and its food is like the city itself: real-deal, hearty, and without pretension. We've always had an underdog vibe as a city, but that just makes us try harder, and I love our scrappiness and scruffiness.

Even people who counted their blessings never counted them in the morning. For one thing, there wasn't time.

Nobody was ever replaced in life, no hole completely filled or loss totally healed. You didn't need a medical degree to know that the human body really wasn't stronger in the broken places. Like any bone, the cracks would always show if you looked hard enough.