“The photos on her page had not done justice to the arresting, wide-eyed symmetry of her face, the radiant shine of her hair. She was ‘clean’: no piercings, tattoos or scarifications. All the kids were now. And who could blame them, Alex thought, after watching three generations of flaccid tattoos drop like moth-eaten upholstery over poorly stuffed biceps and saggy asses?” (p. 314)”

− Jennifer Egan −