College feminists made fun of skyscrapers, saying they were phallic symbols. They said the same thing about space rockets, even though, if you stopped to think about it, rockets were shaped the way th...
What my could never understand about America was why everyone pretended to be happy all the time.
Martinis in a can, Callie. We live in an age of wonders.
But it’s mostly the act itself that brings relief, the self-forgetfulness, the diving and plunging into other lives.
We Greeks are a moody people. Suicide makes sense to us. Putting up Christmas lights after your own daughter does it—that makes no sense. What my could never understand about America was why everyone...
Though auditing a class at the Sorbonne taught by Luce Irigaray and titled The Mother-Daughter Relationship: The Darkest of Dark Continents, Claire had followed maternal example by setting out guest t...
She thought a writer should work harder writing a book than she did reading it.
Household objects lost meaning. A bedside clock became a hunk of molded plastic, telling something called time, in a world marking its passage for some reason.
We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.
She'd become an English major for the purest and dullest of reasons: because she loved to read.
Parents are supposed to pass down physical traits to their children, but it’s my belief that all sorts of other things get passed down, too: motifs, scenarios, even fates.
Corpul ii era ca o tulpina, sustinand laleaua creierului sau.
Plate, nor did Mrs. Bates, who had once wept when we set
We realized that the version of the world [our parents] rendered for us was not the world they really believed in, and that for all their caretaking and bitching about crabgrass they didn't give a dam...
They lined you up in kindergarten, alphabetically. On fourth-grade field trips you took your partner’s hand to push past the musk ox or the steam turbine. School was a perpetual lineup, ending in this...
The trees like lungs filling with airMy sister, the mean one, pulling my hair
Ma már nem érdekel az örökké tartó hírnév, és az se, hogy tökéletes könyvet írjak. Megelégszem azzal, ha csak emléket állít képtelen életemnek.
He had been a teacher so long he had a sink in his room.
General John L. Throckmorton set up the headquarters of the 101st Airborne at Southeastern High, where my parents had gone to school.
We knew the pain of winter rushing up your skirt, and the ache of keeping your knees together in class, and how drab and infuriating it was to jump rope while the boys played baseball. We could never...