A city like New York, where everything is moving all the time at this constant driving pace, it's like a living organism, breathing and changing and over time your relationship to it becomes like this incredible romance. At first, it's intoxicating, irresistible, and then slowly it becomes comfortable and safe. You have this cellular connection to it, as if you've known each other forever, like your oldest happiness. And sometimes you're on the outs and sometimes you're making up. And every now and then you catch yourself in this transcendent moment where you think to yourself 'oh my gosh I'm madly in love with you…and I always will be.' And that's when it surprises me.
Joey: So what is the best ending in all of literature? Don't say Ulysses. Everyone says Ulysses.
Prof: That's easy. Sentimental Education by Flaubert.
Joey: And what happens?
Prof: Nothing really. Just two old friends sitting around remembering the best thing that never happened to them.
Joey: How do you remember something that never happened?
Prof: Fondly. You see Flaubert believed that anticipation was the purest form of pleasure…and the most reliable. And that while the things that actually happen to you will invariably disappoint, the things that never happen to you will never dim, never fade. They will always be engraved in your heart with a sort of sweet sadness.