Coming Down Was The Hardest Part Of

It Was Like They Waited To Tell Each Other Things That Had Never Been Told Before. What She Had To Say Was Terrible And Afraid. But What He Would Tell Her Was So True That It Would Make Everything All Right. Maybe It Was A Thing That Could Not Be Spoken With Words Or Writing. Maybe He Would Have To Let Her Understand This In A Different Way. That Was The Feeling She Had With Him.

Comparing The Brooklyn That I Know With Manhattan Is Like Comparing A Comfortable And Complacent Duenna To Her More Brilliant And Neurotic Sister.

The Closest Thing To Being Cared For Is To Care For Someone Else.

The Value And Quality Of Any Love Is Determined Solely By The Lover Himself.

Sunday Afternoons Are The Longest Afternoons Of All.