“There's no way that can be the river," Rhiow said."Rhi, the ceiling of Grand Central--" Saash said."It's backward," Rhiow snapped, "thank you very much, I know all about it.""Is it?" Saash said. "Which direction are you coming at it from?"Rhiow closed her mouth and thought about that.”

“It’d be a poor kind of world where there was just one explanation for things. ---Rhiow”

“Okay, Eliza. Now–you know–rise up! Think about those buffalos," Abby said."Walking backward," added Ben."Wearing diapers!" Ricky reminded her, giggling with glee."I know how to do it!" Eliza snapped.”

“Of course,' I said, 'you know her so much better than I ever did.'In some ways,' he said gloomily, and I knew he was thinking of the very ways in which I had known her the best.”

“I hate Gucci,' said Francis.'Do you?' said Henry, glancing up from his reverie. 'Really? I think it's rather grand.''Come on, Henry.''Well, it's so expensive, but it's so ugly too, isn't it? I think they make it ugly on purpose. And yet people buy it out of sheer perversity.''I don't see what you think is grand about that.''Anything is grand if it's done on a large enough scale,' said Henry.”

“People weren't made for this kind of thing, he said, the way I feel about you, how much I feel, no one ever has or ever will even come close to it.”