Sometimes I don't know whether Zelda and I are real or just characters in one of my novels.

“I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father …”

“From the ruins, lonely and inexplicable as the sphinx, rose the Empire State Bu…”

“their eyes are full of kindness as each feels the full effect of novelty after …”

“And Yale is November, crisp and energetic.”