“I wish Giovanni would kiss me.
Oh, but there are so many reasons this would be a terrible idea.”
“Matthew the Magician leaned against a wrought iron lamp post on 42nd Street, idly picking at the edges of his ten iron rings and listening to his city breathe into the warm September night.”
“When a day that you happen to know is Wednesday starts off by sounding like Sunday, there is something seriously wrong somewhere.”
“In 1972 I was sixteen – young, my father said, to be travelling with him on his dilpomatic missions“