“That body is still new to her, she's still trying it out, thinking it through, a bit like a kid walking the streets with a loaded gun and deciding whether he's packing it to protect himself or to begin a life of crime.”

“She felt like her soul was a handful of dice that were still rolling, and what came up would decide the shape that the rest of her life took.”

“The moment I saw her, a part of me walked out of my body and wrapped itself around her. And there it still remains.”

“… whether he stayed or left, whether they walked the same path or not. They could live on opposite sides of the world, and she would still be his.”

“The media insist that crime is the major concern of the American public today. In this connection they generally push the point that a disarmed society would be a crime-free society. They will not accept the truth that if you take all the guns off the street you still will have a crime problem, whereas if you take the criminals off the street you cannot have a gun problem.”

“He seems to think that posterity is a pack-horse, always ready to be loaded.”

“She was still waiting for him to come back to her, even though he wasn't going to. She was still holding out for something that wasn't going to happen. She was good at waiting. That seemed like a sad thing to be good at.”

“She looked out the window; in her eyes was the light that you see only in children arriving at a new place, or in young people still open to new influences, still curious about the world because they have not yet been scarred by life.”

“She sat still, trying to hush her secret heart.”

“I'm still walking down the street like, 'Why I'm here? Why I'm here?”