Het einde. Ik vind een mystery geslaagd als je achteraf als lezer tegen jezelf kan zeggen: "Ik had het kunnen weten, zeker aan de hand van dit, dit en dit." Ik hou er niet van als de auteur informatie achterhaalt, waardoor je het als lezer nooit zelf had kunnen bedenken. Als er op het einde een soort van wit konijn uit een hoed getoverd wordt, vind ik dat het afdoet aan de rest van het boek. De auteur maakt het zich dan te makkelijk.

Wat ik ook minder vond was Nora's seksualiteit. Is ze nu lesbisch of niet? Is ze misschien biseksueel? En wat betekent dat eigenlijk voor haar en haar verdere leven, zeker in deze tijdsperiode? Ik had hier graag wat meer uitwerking van gezien.

(p. 344)

"Instead he is busy enduring a wave of remorse and loneliness - he won't be around for the next local controversy. Or the next Friday radio scramble, either. Ah, hell. But then again, you can't drive through life looking at the rearview mirror, can you, otherwise you'll smack into a phone pole, or worse yet a pedestrian, or a pedestrian with a stroller, and you'll be a child murderer, all for the fleeting comfort of dwelling upon the past."

(p. 373)

"There was a small part of him that really did want to break up -- or rather, a constellation of small parts: patches of skin where she no longer touched him, the muscles that ached mornings after they stayed up late fighting, the part of his tongue where he could taste the hospital when he kissed her after work, an outpost in the subconscious where the hope of new love lurked."

(p. 471)

"I ask you to consider this, Albert: what is success, actually? What is a successful life? You are one person among many - a bacterium, say, in a petri dish."
"Great."
"Let's say that success, so to speak, is fame and admiration: in other words, one bacterium held in high regard by the rest of the bacteria. They are still just sitting in the dish on a laboratory counter, being bacteria. And so success, in these terms, is not very meaningful. A successful life, I think, should be self-defined, defined by happiness. Or, rather, satisfaction. Your life is successful if each day is fully lived. But that begs the question -"
"It begs a lot of questions."
"Yes, well, the one I'm thinking of is: What is it, then, to live fully? How fully can you live? Can you, say, climb a mountain and write a string quartet, and cure a disease, and have hot sex, all in one day? What can be expected of a single person anyway? You did what you were capable of doing, and then some. You lived as fully as it was possible for you to live. You loved badly, but you loved intensely. You left no emotional stone unturned."

(p. 479)

"I never meant to be a burden to anyone."
"No, nobody ever does."

(p. 483)

"Ah, good old Nestor," Sprain says. "I'll miss it."
"Me too," says Mailman, and it's true: but he misses Nestor the way he misses a thing that was never supposed to last, like a good meal, or a movie. Like his life, behind him now, as lovely with distance as a battlefield."