“I didn't know then that this was how deep emotion most often comes, from opposite directions and at once, when you are least aware and farthest from yourself.”
“...to be free is often to be lonely”
“Unlikely things are often true . . .”
“..the ceiling is just a deep, dusty dome, like the inside of a skull. (Both are vaults, both repositories of knowledge.)”
“nothing is ever what you imagine, is it?”
“I loved the city. We were anonymous, and even then I had the sense that cities were yielding; that they moved over and made room.”
“I drink to not giving a damn . . .”