“I resolve to venture into the city on my own. I look at maps in the library—subway maps, bus maps, and regular maps—and try to memorize them. I’m afraid of getting lost; no, I’m afraid of sinking into the city as in a quicksand, afraid of getting sucked into something I can never escape.”
“What did you do, memorize a map of the city for fun?” says Christina.“Yes,” says Will, looking puzzled. “Didn’t you?”
“Venice is a quantum city, a Schroedinger's cat of a map.”
“Give me a map and I'll build you a city.”
“A great gift would be a map full of evacuation routes for the city, subtly telling the recipient to get the hell out of town.”
“I’m afraid I’ll never get over him. I’m afraid that I’ll spend the rest of my life wanting someone I can’t have. I have to get over him. I need to get over him.”