"Everyone in New York seemed like a miscreant. Even the little old ladies—most of them looked as if they were running some scam."
Brian Morton, Florence Gordon
"She stood on the corner, waiting for the light to change. In New York, even this was an event. She loved the way no one in the city stayed on the sidewalk during a red light. No matter how old or how young, everyone moved out into the street, impatient, looking for an edge."
Brian Morton, Florence Gordon
"The city was overwhelming, in all the best ways. On a crowded street, you felt as if worlds were hurtling past you: men, women, and children, unknowable, with exaltations and miseries of their own. Each of them looking both battle-hardened and hopeful in that distinctly New York City way."
Brian Morton, Florence Gordon
"She probably held that it was all well and good for Parisians to live in Paris and Londoners to live in London, but she could not comprehend how any thinking person from the United States could choose to live anywhere other than New York."
"Sometimes she thought she was drunk on New York. She'd been in love with the city when she went to college here, and she was even more in love with it now."
Brian Morton, Florence Gordon