Because this is the other thing about immigrants: they cannot escape their history any more than you yourself… — Zadie Smith

He talked and talked, the kind of talking you do to stave off the inevitable physical desire. The kind of talk that only increases it.

This is what divorce is: Taking things you no longer want from people you no longer love.

The thinnest covering of luck was on him like fresh dew. While he slipped in and out of consciousness, the position of the planets, the music of the spheres, the flap of a tiger moth's diaphanous wings in Central Africa, and a whole bunch of other stuff that makes shit happen had decided it was second-chance time for Archie.