“So where did you get on the train? So many stations no one remembers anymore. So many places that no longer exist. So many trains to choose from. So many trains that stop too soon and for good.”
“A born creator of myths, my sister always liked to tell the story of how we were misnamed. She was proud of it, as though she, as a tiny blue infant, had bent kismet to her will and appropriated the name that was supposed to be mine.”
“'Woe to the man with a wobble in his legs.' My father liked to say that. In fact, it might have been about the last thing he said out loud on this earth. That night, it could have been Dale’s song.”
