Lux spent the ride dialing the radio for her favorite song. "It makes me crazy," she said. "You know they're playing it somewhere, but you have to find it.

Some cities have fallen into ruin and some are built upon ruins but others contain their own ruins while still growing.

A changeableness, too, as if beneath my visible face there was another, having second thoughts.

Whenever we got a glimpse, their faces looked indecently revealed, as though we were used to seeing women in veils.

We listened to them, but it was clear they'd received too much therapy to know the truth.

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 world, a tired performer, offers us another half-assed season.