Chapter XXVI, where Adele talks about time

Today a friend from the past found me. We went for some coffee and we hugged and it was incredibly amazing, as if fifteen years not talking to each other - not because we had a big argument or because we didn't want to talk to each other - never existed. It was as nice as it could be. We had all these questions and, most importantly, all these answers and all these things we wanted to share. I'm happy.

Chapter XXVI, a chapter with no name

Best of all, there is the air. Yes. And little by little, I have learned to live inside it. The air and the light, yes, that too, the light that shines on all things and puts them there for my eyes to see. There is the air and the light and this best of all. Excuse me. The air and the light. Yes. When the weather is good, I like to sit by the open window. Sometimes I look out and watch the things below. The street and all the people, the dogs and cars, the bricks of the building accross the way. And then there are the times when I close my eyes and just sit there, with the breeze blowing on my face, and the light inside the air, all around me and just beyond my eyes, and the world all red, a beautiful red inside my yes, with the sun shining on me and my eyes.

Auster, Paul. The New York Trilogy - City of Glass. p. 21-22, Faber and Faber, 1987 - 2004.