Italian cities have long been held up as ideals, not least by New Yorkers and Londoners enthralled by the ways their architecture gives beauty and meaning to everyday acts.
Every walker is a guard on patrol to protect the ineffable.
...[Cabeza de Vaca] ceased to be lost not by returning but by turning into something else.
A book is a heart that only beats in the chest of another.
Time itself is our tragedy and most of us are fighting some kind of war against it.
Worry is a way to pretend that you have knowledge or control over what you don't--and it surprises me, even in myself, how much we prefer ugly scenarios to the pure unknown.