“..the ceiling is just a deep, dusty dome, like the inside of a skull. (Both are vaults, both repositories of knowledge.)” — Sheridan Hay Copy Share Image
“Bruno was a musician with the temperament of an anarchist and the breath of a bartender's dishrag. He gave the lie to bookselling as… — Sheridan Hay Copy Share Image
“I loved the city. We were anonymous, and even then I had the sense that cities were yielding; that they moved over and made… — Sheridan Hay Copy Share Image
“Liberation was in the very scale of the city: a goldfish bowl one could never grow to fit.” — Sheridan Hay Copy Share Image
“They were oddities, marginal and not exactly respectable. For her part, Chaps was too well read to be considered entirely proper. Books had made… — Sheridan Hay Copy Share Image
“I didn't know then that this was how deep emotion most often comes, from opposite directions and at once, when you are least aware… — Sheridan Hay Copy Share Image
