You think: Oh, here is the rest of my life. It’s finally arrived.
You know: River Valley Printworks. On the edge of town? They made those blue books you used for essays and shit in college. Oh. I didn’t know. Now colleges use computers, whatnot, so—phwet!—bye-bye, B...
You don’t ever want to be the wife who keeps her husband from playing poker.
You are turning me into what I never have been and never wanted to be, a nag, because you are not living up to your end of a very basic contract. Don’t do that, it’s not okay to do.
You always take the extra step that others don’t, that’s who you are.
Wouldn't it be so lovely to just forget about Nick, those awful five years, and move on?
Worries find you easily enough without inviting them.
Worries find you easily enough without inviting them. With Diane, worries were almost physical beings, leechy creatures with latchhooks for fingers, meant to be vanquished immediately. Diane didn’t wo...
Whenever i see new stories about children who were killed by their own parents i think ... but how could it be? They cared enough to give this kid a name, They had a moment at least one moment when th...
When you finally stop an itch and realize it's because you've ripped a hole in your skin
When I was a kid, I lived with Runner’s second cousin in Holcomb, Kansas, for about five months
What’s the, like, symbol, for five years? Paper? Paper is first year, I said. At the end of Year One’s unexpectedly wrenching treasure hunt, Amy presented me with a set of posh stationery, my initials...
What kind of woman gets slaughtered by her own son?
What have we done to eachother?
What does it do to a girl who knows her mother is a murderer?
What does an administrative assistant do? I wondered.
What can I say about a man who knows how I think and still sleeps next to me with the lights off?
What are you thinking, Amy? The question I’ve asked most often during our marriage, if not out loud, if not to the person who could answer. I suppose these questions stormcloud over every marriage: Wh...
Weird that a house so new could feel haunted, and not in the romantic Victorian-novel way, just really gruesomely, shittily ruined.
Wear this, don't wear that. Do this chore now and do this chore when you get a chance and by that I mean now. And definitely, definitely give up the things you love fro me, so I will have proof that y...