“...the mechanics of dying...”

“At least we have the record, Henry thought. A reminder of a place where people didn't seem to care what you looked like, where you were born, or where your family was from. When the music played, it didn't seem to make one lick of difference if your last was Abernathy or Anjoy, Kung or Kobayashi.”

“-Kuinka kauan sinä odotat minua?-Niin kauan kuin on tarvis. En välitä siitä mitä isäni sanoo.-Entä jos joudun olemaan täällä, kunnes tulen vanhaksi ja hiukseni harmaantuvat?-Sitten tuon sinulle kävelykepin”

“Henry looked up and down the empty avenue—no cars or trucks anywhere. No bicycles. No paperboys. No fruit sellers or fish buyers. No flower carts or noodle stands. The streets were vacant, empty—the way he felt inside. There was no one left.”

“After a lifetime of nods, frowns and stoic smiles, they were both fluent in emotional shorthand.”

“The more Henry though about the shabby old knickknacks, the forgotten treasures, the more he wondered if his own broken heart might be found in there, hidden among the unclaimed possessions of another time. Boarded up in the basement of a condemned hotel. Lost, but never forgotten.”

“Feelings can only be hidden so long from those who really pay attention. page 141”