Amy likes to play God when she’s not happy. Old Testament God.
All the tut-tutters out there will say: She should have just left, bundled up what remained of her dignity. Take the high road! Two wrongs don't make a right! All those things that spineless women say...
Gosto de regras que fazem sentido, não de regras sem lógica.
إنني لست بخير، لكني سوف أكون بخير، لكنني الآن لا أشعر بأنني بخير
أشعر بأنني أفتقد منزلنا القديم. أفتقد الى كل النتوءات و الحواف، و التشققات الدقيقة التي تركتها فيه عقود من الزمنالزوجة المفقودة، ص150
Η χρεοκοπία ταίριαζε τέλεια με τον ψυχισμό μου. Επί σειρά ετών, βαριόμουν. Όχι όμως σαν κανένα κλαψιάρικο ανήσυχο παιδί (όχι ότι ήμουν υπεράνω κάτι τέτοιου), απεναντίας, αισθανόμουν μια πηχτή, αποπνικ...
«Muy propio de Nick», y lo que quiera que fuese a continuación, lo que quiera que fuese «muy propio de mí», siempre era negativo.)
«A veces, cuando dejas que la gente te haga cosas, en realidad tú se las haces a ellos»
This town is sometimes too much, so desperate and so in denial.
They ride through life like conjoined jellyfish – expanding and contracting instinctively, filling each other’s spaces liquidly.
That have never known inhabitants, or homes that have known owners and seen them ejected, the house standing triumphantly voided, humanless.
Stretched our legs, shook ourselves awake. The night
No entiendo por qué necesito demostrarte mi amor recordando exactamente las mismas cosas que tú, exactamente de la misma manera que las recuerdas tú.
It’s easy to like pregnant women—they’re like ducklings or bunnies or dogs.
Isn’t that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me. Isn’t that the simple magic phrase? So
In the late ‘90s, the last gasp of the glory days, although no one knew it then. New York was packed with writers, real writers, because there were magazines, real magazines, loads of them. This was b...
His eyes flashing like dimes.
But it seems like part of your heart can never work if you don’t have kids. Like it will always be shut off.
Being an only child—you grow up knowing you aren’t allowed to disappoint, you’re not even allowed to die. There isn’t a replacement toddling around; you’re it. It makes you desperate to be flawless, a...
[She was] sitting across from us, her legs pressed together to one side, like a slash mark. Pretty/professional.