“Desire is an appetite, quickly sated. Longing is a wound, an opening in the heart or the spirit. Whatever the cause, whatever the duration, it almost always leaves a scar.”

“The railway was part scalpel, part movie camera, slicing the city open, parading its inner workings at fifty frames per second. It was on the S-Bahn that she felt least abandoned, as if the act of travelling turned back the clock, and brought her nearer to the future she had lost.”

“We drank our coffee the Russian way. That is to say we had vodka before it and vodka afterwards.”

“The wind funnelled down the covered platform, jostling the passengers and tearing at their clothes. A woman's scarf whipped by overhead, somersaulting as if intoxicated by the sudden taste of freedom.”

“I was already at an age when putting off anything was a bad idea.”

“To rehearse imaginary conversations on paper is called literature. To do so out loud is called madness.”

“One of the joys of being in love is that it clarifies your priorities. Complication arises from not knowing what you want.”