
There is a time of year in New York when, even before the first leaf falls you can feel the seasons click. The air is crisp, the summer is gone. And for the first night in a long time... you need a blanket on your bed.
- Sex and the City
"To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the inner music the words make." - Truman Capote
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