That was pure, dumb Cool Girl bullshit. What a cunt. Again, I don’t get it: If you let a man cancel plans or decline to do things for you, you lose. You don’t get what you want. It’s pretty clear. Sur...
Sometimes when you let people do things to you, you're really doing it to them.
Sometimes if you let people do things to you, you’re really doing it to them,
Sometimes he felt like he'd been gone his whole life--in exile, away from the place he was supposed to be, and that, soldier-like, he was pining to be returned. Homesick for a place he'd never been.
So we both have things we want to work on. For me, it’d be my perfectionism, my occasional (wishful thinking?) self-righteousness. For you? I know you worry that you’re sometimes too distant, too remo...
So all these extras, they’re just bonus fuck-yous. Amusing booby traps. I love that I am a woman with booby traps.
So I know I am right not to settle, but it doesn't make me feel better as my friends pair off and I stay home on Friday night with a bottle of wine and make myself an extravagant meal and tell myself,...
She was the kind of person who’d read street signs aloud rather than suffer silence.
She leaned forward on the table and said, I know we are having a tough time. I still love you so much, Nick, and I know I have a lot of things to work on. I want to be a good wife to you, and I want y...
She hummed to herself because she was an unrivaled botcher of lyrics. When we were first dating, a Genesis song came on the radio: She seems to have an invisible touch, yeah. And Amy crooned instead,...
She had an unnecessarily loud voice, a bit of a bray, like some enchanted, hot donkey.
She chirps the last bit as if that were all to say about a book: It’s good or it’s bad. I liked it or I didn’t. No discussions of the writing, the themes, the nuances, the structure. Just good or bad.
She called me Mille and she couldn’t keep her hands off me. I adored her.
Ser hija única conlleva una responsabilidad injusta; te educas en la certeza de que en realidad no tienes permitido causar desengaños, ni siquiera tienes permitido morir. No tienes sustitutas que pued...
See, Curry, Detective Willis felt I was holding back some information and so he sulked off, like all men do when they don’t get their way with women they’ve fooled around with.
Pienso en lo estúpida que soy por haber dejado entrar a estos dos individuos. Por haber asumido que podría controlarles, cuando son criaturas feroces, acostumbradas a encontrar un punto de apoyo sobre...
Not that love is a competition. But I don't understand the point of being together if you're not the happiest.
No one ever forgives me for anything, she whimpered, her chin shaking. I wanted to tell her I did, but I didn’t. Instead I poured her another drink.
Nick will come home, sweaty and salty and beer-loose from a day at the ballpark, and I’ll curl up in his lap, ask him about the game, ask him if his friend Jack had a good time, and he’ll say, Oh, he...
Never go back to a man with fresh bruises. Don’t give him the satisfaction,