She began walking away from me, down the hallway—luminous white living rooms and sitting rooms and reading rooms blooming out on all sides—and I studied her. It was the first time we’d seen each other...
Nick is like a good stiff drink: He gives everything the correct perspective.
I DIDN’T STOP giving hand jobs because I wasn’t good at it. I stopped giving hand jobs because I was the best at it. For three years, I gave the best hand job in the tristate area. The key is to not o...
How predictable, how perfectly average, how amusing.
How do you keep safe when your whole day is as wide and empty as the sky?
Det var dagen efter självständighetsdagen den 4 juli och lukten av svavel från fyrverkerierna blandade sig med lukten av salt från havet - det var sommar.
All the women here walked as if they were pushing against a monstrous headwind.
A theme that has always interested me is how women express anger, how women express violence. That is very much part of who women are, and it's so unaddressed. A vast amount of literature deals with c...
Of all this? Gilpin
You ever hear about those wildfires near San Bernardino, back in 1999, they destroyed, like eighty homes and about ninety thousand acres? I shrugged. Seemed like California was always on fire. I was t...
The house was like something from a catalog, and there were two BMWs in the driveway and these were not people who
Something bad was going to happen.
Shirtsleeve weather, jacket weather, overcoat weather, parka weather—the Year in Outerwear. For
Och när man sedan håller på att köpa tärnad cantaloupemelon på Sjunde Avenyn råkar man få syn på Nick Dunne, och pang, där är någon som känner en, någon som känner igen en. Och det gäller er båda två....
I’ll take those for my room, Momma. They look fine to me. They’re not. I don’t mind. Camille, I was just looking at them, and they’re not good blooms. She dropped the pliers to the ground, began tuggi...
If you let a man cancel plans or decline to do things for you, you lose.
I've had the blues for twenty-four years.
I'm in a foreign land, trying to explain myself, trying to make myself known. Because isn't that the point of every relationship: to be known by someone else, to be understood? He gets me. She gets me...
I was pretending, the way I often did, pretending to have a personality. I can't help it, it's what I've always done: The way some women change fashion regularly, I change personalities. What persona...
I have many friends who are married—not many who are happily married, but many married friends. The few happy ones are like my parents: They’re baffled by my singleness. A smart, pretty, nice girl lik...