I don’t take up the story and follow it as if it were a road, taking me somewhere... I go into it, andmove back and forthand settle here and there, and stay in it for a while. It is more
In all my years in the town, I encountered no one who was divorced, and so it may be taken for granted that there were other couples living separate lives in one house, other men and women who had acc...
It was at this time that she entirely gave up on reading.The covers of books looked like coffins to her, either shabby or ornate, and what was inside them might as well have been dust.
Jackson of course knew that books existed because people sat down and wrote them. They didn’t just appear out of the blue. But why, was the question. There were books already in existence, plenty of t...
My sister and I didn’t know what that meant either but we were not equal to two questions in a row. And I knew that wasn’t what rape meant anyway; it meant something dirty. Purse. Purse stolen, said m...
Odd choices were simply easier for men, most of whom would find women glad to marry them. Not so the other way around.
People are curious. A few people are. ... They will put things together, knowing all along that they may be mistaken. You see them going around with notebooks, scraping the dirt off gravestones, readi...
Poverty in girls is not attractive unless combined with sweet sluttishness, stupidity.
She could not explain or quite understand that it wasn't altogether jealousy she felt, it was rage. And not because she couldn't shop like that or dress like that. It was because that was what girls w...
She sits in her usual ample armchair, with piles of books and unopened magazines around her. She sips cautiously from the mug of weak herb tea which is now her substitute for coffee. At one time she t...
Speculation can be more gentle, can take its time, when it is not driven by desire.
The college library was a high beautiful space, designed and built and paid for by people who believed that those who sat at the long tables before open books—even those who were hung-over, sleepy, re...
The dark and the snow are too thick for him to see beyond the first trees. He’s been in there before at this time, when the dark shuts down in early winter. But now he pays attention, he notices somet...
The job she had to do, as she saw it, was to remember everything—and by remember she meant experience it in her mind, one more time—then store it away forever. This day’s experience set in order, none...
The outside air had altered her mood, from an unsettled elation to something within reach of embarrassment, even shame.
The problem, the only problem, is my mother. And she is the one of course that I am trying to get; it is to reach her that this whole journey has been undertaken. With what purpose? To mark her off, t...
There is a change coming I think in the lives of girls and women. Yes. But it is up to us to make it come. All women have had up till now has been their connection with men. All we have had. No more l...
Time had been filled, reliably, agreeably, they had not been left adrift, and for this they were truly embarrassingly grateful.
What she wants to do if she can get the time to do it, is not so much to live in the past as to open it up and get one good look at it.
You remember your history? He had finished five years of high school with respectable marks and a very good showing in trigonometry and geography but did not remember much history. In his final year,...
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