Basically what we have here is a dreamer. Somebody out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she'd fly

All of a sudden America wasn't about hamburgers and hot rods anymore. It was about the Mayflower and Plymouth Rock. It was about something that had happened for two minutes four hundred years ago, instead of everything that had happened since. Instead of everything that was happening now!

You used to be able to tell a person's nationality by the face. Immigration ended that. Next you discerned nationality via the footwear. Globalization ended that.

I live my own life and nurse my own wounds. It's not the best way to live. But it's the way I am.

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

It was as if, before she`d met him, her blood had circulated grayly around her body, and now ir was all oxygenated and red. She was petrified of becoming the half-alive person she`d been before.

Regret, already sogging me down, burst its dam. It seeped into my legs, it pooled in my heart.