"New York is a city that plays against type. The taxi driver is a Joyce scholar. The academic-looking man will hit you with a tire iron and run off with your wallet. It is also a city of second and third chances, glorious reinvention and magical holes in the wall that one could never predict. Some version of Narnia's wardrobe hides behind every doorway or flight of stairs."
J.F. Englert, A Dog Among Diplomats