“I stepped into the back of a cab and simply told the driver, "Follow the blue Christmas tree...”

“I’m a dyslexic dancer. Instead of leading the women, I follow. Quick, cab driver, follow that woman!”

“From the cab stepped a tall old man. Black raincoat and hat and a battered valise. He paid the driver, then turned and stood motionless, staring at the house. The cab pulled away and rounded the corner of Thirty-sixty Street. Kinderman quickly pulled out to follow. As he turned the corner, he noticed that the tall old man hadn't moved but was standing under the streetlight glow, in mist, like a melancholy traveler frozen in time.”

“As I left my cab in the traffic jam, the driver made it clear he didn't like it that I was ending our relationship so unexpectedly”

“The perfect Christmas tree? All Christmas trees are perfect!”

“I called a cab, still in my towel. I jumped in the cab before it had even stopped at the gate. I actually said, "The nearest library with a cutting-edge professional grief- and trauma-therapy section, and step on it.”