“And on the sidewalks, after they've emerged from the stations, after being sandpapered by the jostling and scraping that a city like this does, all the lives they've hoarded, all the ghosts they've carried, all the inversions they've made for protection, all the scars and marks and records for recognition - the whole heterogeneous baggage falls out with each step on the pavement. There's so much spillage.”
“Infamy! Infamy! They've all got it in for me!”
“People in love feel that way all the time, like they don't know what they've done to deserve each other.”
“Sometimes it feels like I'm all that they've got. It's so hard to know I'm not what they want.”
“But people do things to survive, and then after they survive, they can't live with what they've done.”
“I wonder if, even after all of this, he understands how fragile good things are in my hands and how many times they've been taken away from me.”