There is nothing Tourettic about the New York City subways. - Jonathan Lethem

"She craned up on her toes and kissed my cheek..."Don't do that", I said. "You just met me. This is New York.

Scout, that's a good one," said the sergeant. "Danny-boy couldn't scout the inside of his eyelids.

Eighth grade's a distant rumor, a tabled issue, and Dylan knows from experience that the summer between might change anything, everything. He and Mingus Rude too and even Arthur Lomb for that matter are released from the paint-by-numbers page of their schooldays, from their preformatted roles as truant or victim, freed to an unspoiled summer, that inviting medium for doodling in self-transformation.