“[Karen:] You need to watch more TV.[Rylie:] My dear mother would roll over in her grave. [Karen:] Your mother lives in Palm Beach.[Rylie:] Potato, potahto.”

“[Karen:] Why would you want to be friends with him?[Rylie:] He has good insight into the male psyche. Besides, he's fun to talk to. [Karen:] He's fun to screw, too, that doesn't mean it's a good idea.”

“Karen, she's a silver sun. You best walk her way and watch it shining...watch her watch the morning come.”

“[Rylie:] I was thinking about that short you directed--The Pier. I wondered if you had a video or a reel of it somewhere. [Finn:] You want to see my short. Why?[Rylie:] Color me curious.”

“[Rylie:] I can't marry someone just because I love them! How would that look?”

“She walks towards Karen and Karen feels a cool wind against her skin, and the grandmother holds out both of her knobby old hands, and Karen puts out her own hands and touches her, and her hands feel as if sand is falling over them. There's a smell of milkweed flowers and garden soil. The grandmother keeps on walking; her eyes are light blue, and her cheek comes against Karen's, cool grains of dry rice. Then she's like the dots on the comic page, close up, and then she's only a swirl in the air, and then she's gone.”