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- The seventh guitar was a nervous person, because he was nearly blind. He’d been able to see reasonably well with an extremely thick pair of glasses, but he’d lost these six years ago and since then he’d lived in a confusing landscape distilled to pure color according to season—summer mostly green, winter mostly gray and white—in which blurred figures swam into view and then receded before he could figure out who they were.
- (The best advice her mother ever gave her: “Walk in like you own the place.”)
- She likes Hollywood best at night, in the quiet, when it’s all dark leaves and shadows and night-blooming flowers, the edges softened, gently lit streets curving up into the hills.
- spending her alimony on expensive clothing and consultations with stylists because she’s come to understand that clothes are armor;
- “It’s psychosomatic,” she said aloud. “You’re afraid of getting sick, so you feel sick. It’s nothing.”
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