While in a vintage restaurant..."the past isn't quaint while you're in it. Only at a safe distance, later, when you see it as decor, not as the shape your life's been squeezed into.

“She'd stepped out of sex as if out of a loose dress. Now she was brisk, decisiv…”

“The bell that measures time is ringing”

“…Homo sapiens doesn’t seem able to cut himself off at the supply end. He’s one …”

“Now maybe I wouldn't do it, but I was a child then," said Oryx more softly. "Wh…”