K-PAX by Gene Brewer, Chapter: Session 9

It was a beautiful Fourth of July: partly cloudy skies (I wonder why it's always in the plural - how many "skies" are there?), not too hot or humid, the air redolent of charcoal grills and freshly cut grass. [p113]

A holiday seems to generate a feeling of timelessness, bringing, as it does, blended memories of all those that came before. [p113]

I didn't press him because I was afraid he was going to tell us he was gay. It's something a father doesn't ordinarily want to hear - most fathers are heterosexual - and I'm sure his mother, who will not be satisfied with less than eight grandchildren, felt the same way. [p116]

I have known dentists who quake at the sight of a drill and surgeons who are terrified to go under the knife. Sometimes that's why people get into those fields - it's a form of whistling in the dark. But I had never encountered an airline pilot who was afraid to fly. [p116]

I said, "Is there something you wanted to talk to me about?"
"Yes, Daddy, there is." I knew it was something I didn't want to hear. She hadn't called me "Daddy" in years...
"She threw herself into my arms and sobbed, "Oh, Daddy, I'm a lesbian!" [p118-120]

At that she smiled the warm smile she inherited from her mother - the one that says: "How sweet." [p119]

La Belle Chatte [p122 - The Beautiful Cat]