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“However, of all the useless jobs you could do in the boarding house, the worst was the plate carrier. Carrying a plate...for another human being that is walking beside you, going to the same dining hall. Just an ordinary plastic plate. This indisputably, must be the height of power. Forget about all the mundane jobs one had to do for seniors, being a plate carrier was the worst.”

“I don't know what a historian would say, but I would say Jesus: love thy neighbor, and it's easier for a camel to fit through a needle's eye than a rich man to get into heaven. In a place like Rome, insisting everyone had intrinsic value -- it rattled them. I mean, they killed him for it. I was not expecting an answer like that from my dad, who was, as far as I knew, violently atheist.”

“The first time we came into the laundromat, my dad threw my stuffed dog, Otto, into a washing machine with all of our clothes, and I started screaming. I thought it would kill him, all the hot water and bubbles, I really thought that. Any my dad just gripped my arm and said, "How can you be so stupid? It's not real, it's a toy, it's not real." Over and over again, he said that. And I cried for hours, couldn't stop, even though my dad was furious. I was sure Otto was dead.”

“Montreal is not a forgiving initiation....My parents and I had only just arrived in Canada three months earlier. On my last morning in Qatar, the temperature was set to reach a high somewhere in the 40s Celsius, the 110s Fahrenheit. Now, magnified by this thing called wind chill that I'd never heard of before, Montreal dips to 30 or 40 below zero, where the distinction between Celsius and Fahrenheit doesn't much matter anymore.”

“It came to me, a long time later, that the Southeast Asian man had done something worse than dent a fancy car's bumper. He had violated the bounds of his assumed nonexistence. In this place, at this time, people who looked like him were to be invisible. They could perform labor and be paid wages, but as vessels of agency, beyond the most necessary transactions, they quite simply did not exist. They were not subhuman, they were nonhuman, non-anything. To allow oneself to think otherwise risked having to contend with the reality that this whole place lived on top of people who looked just like this man.”

“...Even more interesting, the camp children have taken to following him around, led by Omid, who basks in Isaad's shadow. Isaad shows a surprising tolerance for his growing brood, even teaching basic arithmetic in the afternoon, using a stick to scratch equations in the dirt. Soon the whole place becomes accustomed to a glowering older man with his trailing pack of ducklings striding about camp on what always appears to be very important business.”

“She was not what I'd refer to as a "Mommy-Mom," which was what I envied most of my friends for having. A Mommy-Mom is someone who takes an interest in everything her child has to say even when there is no actual way she gives a shit, who whisks you away to the doctor when you complain of the slightest ailment, who tells you "they're just jealous" if someone makes fun of you, or "you always look beautiful to me" even if you don't, or "I love this!" when you give them a piece of crap for Christmas.”

“...Henrique is very much alive. But the temptation to fantasize, to imagine the thousands of bloody and gruesome ways that her ex-husband could have met his end...She wonders how Kim is conceiving of it....Donna won't give her an explanation. She prefers instead that the stranger she lies to imagine and reimagine Henrique's death on their lunch breaks, their drives home. She comforts herself knowing that, at least, for the next few hours, Kim will be killing Henrique in their mind. A thousand tiny deaths.”