Wound-colored Under the March Sunset

Favorite New York Quotes, Volume XXII

“Certain pills are literally bitter. When I’d finished my drink from the back seat’s bar, I still tasted the Xanax on the back of my tongue. The adrenaline’s ebb had left me very tired. We broke out of the tall buildings near the water. I watched the Manhattan Bridge pass. The late sun came into view. It hung to our right, red. We both looked at the water as were driven past. The sheet of its surface was wound-colored under the March sunset.”

David Foster Wallace in Girl With The Curious Hair

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