pg 153 (spoiler)

[gp]

"Out of that night and day on unconditional wrath, folks would've
expected to see any city, if it survived all newly reborn, purified by
flame, taken clear beyond greed real-estate speculation, local
politics - instead of which, here was this weeping widow some
one-woman grievance committee in black, who would go on to save up and
lovingly record and mercilessly begrudge every goddamn single tear she
ever had to cry, and over the years to come would make up for them all
by developing into the meanest, cruelest bitch of a city even among
cities not notable for their kindness."

Such a great line.