“Five hours' New York jet lag and Cayce Pollard wakes in Camden Town to the dire and ever-circling wolves of disrupted circadian rhythm.”
“New York is appalling, fantastically charmless and elaborately dire.”
“My heart has jet lag.”
“One belongs to New York instantly, one belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years.”
“I came to New York and in only hours, New York did what it does to people: awakened the possibilities. Hope breaks out.”
“My dad was the town drunk. Most of the time that's not so bad; but New York City?”