“The sky was just beginning to light up a little, the quiet time when all the air is clean and you can hear birds, even in the middle of New York City, the time of day you never see except by accident, and you always tell yourself, “I must get up and appreciate this time of day once in awhile,” and then you never do. Don’t ask me why.”

“The sky was just beginning to light up a little, the quiet time when all the air is clean and you can hear birds, even in the middle of New York City, the time of day you never see except by accident, and you always tell yourself, “I must get up and appreciate this time of day once in awhile,” and then you never do. Don’t ask me why.”

— Mark Harris