I've always believed in savoring the moments. In the end, they are the only things we'll have.

Oh yes, well, I find myself unconventional everywhere.

The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color - oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples.

So this is how life was, she thought with a faint smile: It wore you down until you emerged at its wildest, most unexpected ends.

Interesting" people were her favorite hobby. She collected them: the type who did gay things late at night and smoked cigarettes in mixed company, those would have most scandalized her own mother.

Her life, she realized, had all the charm of a steel trap.

She found herself longing for home-not just for the hotel but for New York and all the real novels that she could lose herself in there.