“It is not the job of writers to life our spirits. Books simply do what they do. They sometimes confirm the capricious drama of a childhood living room. When you think that you are in the grace of a dance you come upon something hard.”
“She could assassinate streets with her eyes”
“..would I have had a different lifefailing this embrace with broken things,iridescent veins, ecstatic bullets, small cracksin the brain, would I know these particular facts,how a phrase scars a cheek, how waterdries love out, this, a thought as casualas any second eviscerates a breath.”
“They were born in the city from people born elsewhere.”
“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.”
“a boat, even a wrecked and wretched boatstill has all the possibilities of moving”