Цитаты из книги The Lost Language of Cranes

"The boy of my dreams didn't call", he said, and Philip turned away, almost but not quite brave enough to ask, "Will I do?"

The problem is, loving someone is not the same as wanting to spend your life paired with him.

Every day at lunch the two of them ate take-out Chinese food at a little table by the coffee machine and talked about their "personal lives" - an expression Rose had always found peculiar; what about life wasn't personal?

It seemed appropriate that at the end of the night he should find himself in a booth in the porno shop on Christopher Street, crying. As at the coffee shop with Jerene, no one seemed all that surprised that he was crying. A lot of people apparently came here to cry.

He wanted one thing in life, and he knew exactly what it was: to find someone he could settle down with, live with forever.

Eliot's influence was ephemeral; it grew brackish in memory. Already, when Philip visualized their days and nights together, the scenes had a greenish, unreal tint to them, like old film that has sat in a canister too long. They looked as if they were taking place underwater.

After all, an erotic attraction to men only becomes real once it has been translated into a love for one man or for particular men.

Whatever it is that we love, that is who we are.

Racism was genteel in Westport, she would later tell Eliot; it always came in an envelope.