“They say the city gets in your blood, but that's crap. The city doesn't become part of you... you become part of it. It soaks you up bit by bit, year after year. Until you're just a tiny part of its system... Pumping through its veins, lost in its arteries.”

“There's only two ways to be completely alone in this world, lost in a crowd or in total isolation...”

“Sometimes at night, when I wake up real late, I can hear my dad talking to God. He whispers, but I still hear him.I even hear him crying sometimes, when God says something sad.”

“It's Friday night the city is a heart that beats alone,despite the millions of blood cells that race through its dog-legged arteries, oblivious to each other yet performing a life sustaining dance. [...] You're tired of being part of this blood dance. The immune system has been trying to excise you as diseased for as long you can remember, but you've been tenacious,clinging to the walls and floors as the torrent pushes you around.”

“The results are in and the cell phone has become the most isruptive aspect of work and everyday life. With more than four fifths of the population sporting these little gadgets, it's now taken as a given that any part of your day is subject to disruption.”

“It's not who you were, It's who you've become that matters”

“It's easier to fake it. When you fake it for sixteen years, it becomes part of you, something you don't think about.”