“It's never the same city. Your city isn't even the same as my city, I bet.”

“It's a big step, moving to a new city, especially a city as extreme as New York. It's not the same as London...""I know," I nod. "You have to get your nails done.”

“You want to go somewhere?' he asked.'Like now? its late.''isn't las vegas the city that never sleeps?''i think that's new york.''right. this is sin city.”

“...we live in the same city but don't see the same things - you see buildings and I see memories...”

“This isn't a fairy tale. It's New York City.”

“Or a ghost is a knot in the otherwise smooth flow of time, an electrical storm in a jewelry box, grief perfectly aligned. And sometimes a ghost is a shared thing; sometimes the entire population of a city or country will just happen to look in the mirror at the same time, and from then on there was a city in the sky, as all cities are if we consider that the sky reaches to the ground, and this city, too, thought it was alive, and the candles walked off by themselves.”