It was a kiss from the past.
I’m not sure if you’re the person for me any more.
The ideal reader cannot sleep when holding the writer he was meant to be with.
This is what divorce is: taking things you no longer want from people you no longer love.
Generally, women can’t do this, but men retain the ancient ability to leave a family and a past. They just unhook themselves, like removing a fake beard, and skulk discreetly back into society, changed men. Unrecognizable.
For ridding oneself of faith is like boiling seawater to retrieve the salt – something is gained but something is lost.
I cannot believe homosexuality is that much fun. Heterosexuality certainly is not.
Each couple is its own vaudeville act.
I find it impossible to experience either pride or shame over accidents of genetics in which I had no active part. I’m not necessarily proud to be female. I am not even proud to be human – I only love to be so.
It’s easy to confuse a woman for a philosophy.
Art is the Western myth, with which we both console ourselves and make ourselves.
In a whisper he began begging for – and, as the sun set, received – the concession people always beg for: a little more time.
You don’t have favourites among your children, but you do have allies.
Sometimes you get a flash of what you look like to other people.
Jerome said, It’s like, a family doesn’t work anymore when everyone in it is more miserable than they would be if they were alone, You know?
Fate is a quantity very much like TV: an unstoppable narrative, written, produced and directed by somebody else.
Rarely does one see a squirrel tremble.
She loved you in the morning because the day was new.
She hopes for nothing except fine weather and a resolution. She wants to end properly, like a good sentence.
13.5 Mrs. Wolfe asks whether Mr. Iqbal expects her Susan to undertake compulsory headstands. 13.6 Mr. Iqbal infers that, considering Susan’s academic performance and weight problems, a headstand regime might be desirable.