His dreams had always been Houdiniesque: they were the dreams of a pupa struggling in its blind cocoon, mad for a taste of light and air.
Michael ChabonSee you in the funny papers," he said. Jaunty, he reminded himself; always jaunty. In my panache is their hope for salvation.
Michael ChabonI have a good memory for words, and when I come upon a word I don't know, I remember it, or try to - it's almost like a tic.
Michael ChabonIt drains the bars and cafes after hours, concentrates the wicked and the guilty along its chipped Formica counter, and thrums with the gossip of criminals, policemen, shtarkers,and schlemiels, whores and night owls ... three or four floaters, solitaries, and drunks between benders lean against the sparkly resin counter, sucking the tea from their shtekelehs and working the calulations of their next big mistake.
Michael Chabon