I sat beneath a tree near Harvard Yard, watching students rush by with backpacks and coffee cups, and thought about all the stories that had passed through there.

She kept saying, “when you come to Maine...” and when I ran to her waiting in that quaint airport parking lot it was a little like coming home.

There’s an incomplete part of our chromosomes that gets repaired or found when we experience this place.

Dorothy parker once said London is satisfied, Paris is resigned, but New York is always hopeful. it’s like it always believes that something good is about to come off, and it must hurry to meet it.