"She wore an expression - was it confidence? sarcasm? - which ensured that no one would mess with her. This attitude, which his wife crucially lacked, was essential for success in New York."

I’ve been told on multiple occasions (sometimes by strangers) that I have this “way” about me. I am always equally mortified and proud. I’ve become a real New Yorker! (But something tells me I’ve always had it in me…)

[From the book I’m currently reading: A Good Hard Look by Ann Napolitano (viageorgiegirlnyc)]