“She thought: at this moment, the glass stem between his fingers feels just like the one between mine. We have this much in common.”

“His voice is low and soft, a piece of silk you might keep in a drawer and pull out only on rare occasions, just to feel it between your fingers.”

“There was a tacit understanding between them that 'liquor helped'; growing more miserable with every glass one hoped for the moment of relief.”

“But she laced her fingers through mine. I remember what she’d told me in New York, about building something permanent, and I thought-just maybe-we were off to a good start.”

“You can wet the rim of a glass and run your finger around the rim and it will make a sound. This is what I feel like: this sound of glass. I feel like the word shatter. I want to be with someone.”

“He was the one she was doing all this for, but sometimes she missed him so much it felt like she swallowed broken glass.”

“We are divided of course between liking to feel the past strange and liking to feel it familiar.”

“…We are in one world. We are one nation. And therefore, what’s common in between us, what should be common among us, is love and peace.”

“There are moments when one can neither think nor feel, she thought, and if one can neithre feel nor think, where's one?”

“There are moments in time when we feel that we are trapped in a mortal body, stuck between a rock and a hard place, being pulled in two opposite directions, or treading the fine line between reality and illusion.”