Amsterdam is like the rings of a tree: It gets older as you get closer to the center.

“Augustus half smiled. "Because you're beautiful, I enjoy looking at beaufitul p…”

“He let his mind wander. It went to a predictable place, and he missed her”

“So I excused myself on the grounds of pain and fatigue, as I often had over the…”

“Margo's beauty was a kind of sealed vessel of perfection--uncracked and uncrack…”