I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ. Slit me at my belly and it might slide out, meaty and dark, drop on the floor so you could stomp on it. It’s the Day blood. Something’s wrong with it.
I hadn’t necessarily wanted to be cured. But I was out of places to write, slicing myself between my toes—bad, cry—like a junkie looking for one last vein. Vanish did it for me. I’d saved the neck, su...
I finally understood—nearly twenty years too late.
I don’t mean this to sound cruel, Tish began, but it seems like part of your heart can never work if you don’t have kids. Like it will always be shut off.
I don’t know anyone’s name. If one of those women died, I couldn’t even say, Poor old Mrs. Zalinsky died. I’d have to say, That mean old bitch across the street bit it.
I do know that framing your husband for your murder is beyond the pale of what an average would do. But it's so very necessary.
I could feel the night hanging on me like a soft, damp bedgown
I could build my days around charity committees and home decoration and gardening and volunteering, and I don't think there's anything wrong with building a life around those things. Most beautiful, g...
I always feel sad for the girl that I was,
He was not my actual father-who would have loved me and spent time with me-but a benevolent and vaguely important figure named Mr. Brown
He promised to take care of me, and yet I feel afraid. I feel like something is going wrong, very wrong, and that it will get even worse. I don't feel like Nick's wife. I don't feel like a person at a...
He killed my soul, which should be a crime. Actually, it is a crime. According to me, at least.
He is learning to love me unconditionally, under all my conditions.
From the pay phone at the library I dialed the number on the Missing poster. An elderly female voice identified it as the Natalie Keene Hotline, but in the background I could hear a dishwasher churnin...
Every tragedy that happens in the world happens to my mother,
E pensei: o amor faz você querer ser um homem melhor - certo, certo. Mas talvez amor, amor de verdade, também lhe de a permissão para ser apenas o homem que é.
Detta var i princip det värsta som skulle kunnat drabba min tävlingsinriktade hustru: ett samhälle med belåtna medelmåttor.
Cute kids, really cute clothes. I’d just created a tagline for Wind Gaps’ li’l shoppers.
Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.
Camille, if you could be any fairy-tale person in the world, who would you be? Amma asked. Sleeping Beauty. To spend a life in dreams, that sounded too lovely. I’d be Persephone. I don’t know who that...