She had given birth to me and nursed me and brought me up. She had known me before I knew myself and now she had no say in the matter. Life started out one thing and then suddenly turned a corner and became something else.

The lover`s discourse was of an extreme solitude. The solitude was extreme because it wasn`t physical. It was extreme because you felt it while in the company of the person you loved. It was extreme because it was in your head, the most solitary of places.

I'm the final clause in a periodic sentence, and that sentence begins a long time ago, in another language, and you to read it from the beginning to get to the end, which is my arrival.

We're all made up of many parts, other halves. Not just me.

He had the feeling that there was something physically behind his eyes, blocking the light.

Detroit's a great music town. If your interaction with it was mainly musical, I'm sure you have a good opinion of the place.

I'm hopefully making the reader feel a lot about the characters and then about their own life.