He wore a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the good place, and a heart-shaped leaf lay trapped in the hollow if his throat as though it were planned, though of course it was so perfect it couldn’t have been planned.
It seems like people are all the time making themselves themselves, but they don’t really know it. You can only have true vision when you look behind. A person can slide so fast into being something they never really intended. I wonder if you can truly resurrect your own self.
Outside, the rain sometimes comes down so hard, we have to talk louder, and it feels like a miracle that the roof holds. It makes for a coziness and a gratefulness, too, that you have the choice to not be out in it. You can sit at the table and look out the window and not have to feel what you see.
Reading Claire Cooks novel is like eating some exotic dish about which you say, Wow, this is great! Whats in it? The ingredients here are: intelligence, humor, poignancy, revelation and, perhaps best of all, true originality. Ready to Fall seems to me to be ready to soar.
Sometimes I try to remember things my mother told me about the awful way he was raised. But why does he have to keep on going? Why would you take something bad out of your mouth and hand it to another, saying, Here, eat this?
The truth is, we usually only show our unhappiness to another woman. I suppose this is one of our problems. And yet it is also one of our strengths.
I hate banana bread. It’s too suspicious-looking. I always thought the cooked banana looked like insect legs.
I believe that the souls of women flatten and anchor themselves in times of adversity, lay in for the stay.
I think one of the reasons we have children is to believe everything all over again. And I’m not talking Santa, here, either.
Ruth has friends like other people have wardrobes. I mean that there’s someone for every occasion.
I believe that the souls of women flatten and anchor themselves in times of adversity, lay in for the stay. I’ve heard that when elephants are attacked they often run, not away, but toward each other. Perhaps it is because they are a matriarchal society.
I don’t think men try to make women be like them, but I think women try to make men be like them, a lot.
We are assumed to be rather hopeless – swallowed up by incorrect notions, divorced from the original genius with which we are born, lost within days of living this distracting life.
As far as I’m concerned, the most important thing you need when inventing characters is empathy.
This is one rule about mixing boys and girls: that a date always comes first.
I would make an anonymous call and say, this is someone who cares, do you know what kind of children you have?
If I were to draw on a paper what gym does for me, I would make one dot and then I would erase it.
I remove my wedding rings and put them in the jewelry box. So many others have done this. I am not the only one. I am not the only one. But here, I am the only one.
Anything we have, we are only borrowing. Anything. Any time.
It is never about how good your voice is; it is only about feeling the urge to sing, and then having the courage to do it with the voice you are given.