"But she hated the neighborhood at night without the World Trade Center, whose blazing freeways of light had always filled her with hope." P.10
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Sasha gave him a quizzical look. “It wasn’t two years”, she said. “It was five”.
“Why so sure?”
“Because last time, I came to their house after a meeting at Windows on the World.”
It took Bernie a minute to comprehend this. “oh,” he finally said. “How close to—“
“Four days”
“Wow. I never knew that”. P. 26
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“It’s incredible,” Sasha said. “how there’s just nothing there”
Astounded, Bernie turned to her. Was it possible that she’d followed his musical rant to its grim conclusion? Sasha was looking downtown, and he followed her eyes to the empty space where the Twin Towers had been. “There should be something there, you know?” she said, not looking at Bernie. “Like an echo. Or an outline”.
Bernie sighed. “They’ll put something up,” he said. “When they’re finally done squabbling”.”
“I know.” But she kept looking sough, as if it were a problem her mind couldn’t solve. P. 28
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Jules, le beau-frère de Bernie Salazar, commente combien le monde a changé : « I go away for a few years and the whole fucking world is upside down. (…) Buildings are missing. You get strip-searched every time you go to someone’s office. Everybody sounds stones, because they’re e-mailing people time they’re talking to you.” P. 94
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Bosco, un musicien que Stephanie représente, veut faire une dernière tournée intitulée le Suicide Tour, en expliquant que « Suicide is a weapon; that we all know. But what about an art »? p. 98