{...] I began to feel tears of frustration build up in my eyes, yearning to free themselves from their glandular prisons.

— Andrea Bouchaud

When it was time to board my flight, I took one last glance back. I knew that I had everything with me so it was not a "make sure I have everything" glance. It was more like a parting glance to Philadelphia, my home, America-for I would not be coming back for ten months. (Ch 5- Twenty in Paris)

— Andrea Bouchaud