Lights, bright enough to dilate her eyes. Horns, flaccid and come too late. Metal crumpling like tissue. The body was not in pain but only because the body was gone, elsewhere. - P169
No one will ever love me that much again. - P177
"She had a crush on him when she was little," A.J. says to Amelia. - P177
"Your first literary crush is a big deal," Amelia says. "Mine was John Irving." - P177
Later that night, Maya finds a slip of paper under her door: Maya, If you’re stuck, reading helps: "The Beauties" by Anton Chekhov, "The Doll’s House" by Katherine Mansfield, "A Perfect Day for Bananafish" by J. D. Salinger, "Brownies" or "Drinking Coffee Elsewhere" both by ZZ Packer, "In the Cemetery Where Al Jolson Is Buried" by Amy Hempel, "Fat" by Raymond Carver, "Indian Camp" by Ernest Hemingway. We should have them all downstairs. Just ask if you can’t find anything, though you know where everything is better than I. Love, Dad - P178
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