Report, if you have a problem with this page“ It was quiet, the old wood creaking and the snow barely visible outside the stained glass. And I sat down. And I looked up. At this giant room I was in. At this place where thousands of people had sat before me. And alone, at night, in the middle of a New Haven storm, I felt so remarkably, unbelievably safe. ”
Marina Keegan
From : The Opposite of Loneliness: Essays and Stories
