Thatcher thought Mary was not invisible, but as free as any woman could be. And in the grip of fresh discoveries, always.
That is surely childhood's end, when you look at a thing like a rabbit needing skinned and have to say: Nobody else is going to do this.
Sometimes the past can vanish.
People hang on for dear life to that one, she thought: the fool they are right now.
Over the phone, her laughter sounded like a warm bath.
No rational guidelines existed for comparing youthful freedom with the heart-enlarging earthquake of family life.
No matter what affronts of youthful insolence he had to face in his day, he'd still have that: he was a man taken care of by a woman.
Moths must fly to his flame and perish gladly.
Last time I talked to her she didn't sound like herself. She's depressed. It's awful what happens when people run out of money. They start thinking they're no good.
It's monstrous, what one person will do to another.
It was a true conversation. About whether our ancestors had more important lives than we do. And how they've managed to trick us, if they did not.
It is widely rumored, and also true, that I wrote my first novel in a closet.
I try to be open-minded. And yet this food writer has less sense than God gave a goose about where food comes from. I’d worked on our relationship, moving through the stages of bafflement, denial, and...
I prefer to remain anomalous.
I feared not, and grew accustomed to walking alone.
I almost never respect men. They're like flowers -- all show, a lot of color and lust. You pick them and throw them on the ground.
How dire was the descent of a man’s life, Thatcher mused, that he should now be stricken with spider jealousy.
His scent burst onto her brain like a rain of lights, causing her to know him perfectly. This is how moths speak to each other. The wrong words are impossible when there are no words.
He doesn't even look at her because there is too much there, and he's afraid. She is his first child, his favorite, every mistake he ever made.
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