Her anecdotes had a polished quality, like she had read a book on what could possibly make a beautiful girl sound sympathetic and memorized the answers.
Hell is an Eagles game, where the bleachers are always freezing, and the team is always losing, and my family is insane.
He loved me. He loved me, but he doesn't love me anymore, and it's not the end of the world.
First of all, it’s got a million calories.
Read everything. Read fiction and non-fiction, read hot best sellers and the classics you never got around to in college.
Took him to a rink. Andy had watched the other skaters,
She’d braved a trip to the supermarket that morning, where her fellow housewives were acting practically feral, grabbing for the last loaf of bread or gallon of milk or four-pack of toilet paper, as i...
She married a man, she could let him plan, let him push, let him maneuver; and the world they inhabited would welcome them. They would always have a place. It would be easy, and Jo was so tired.
A white headband in her curled and sprayed hair.
You'll get through it, she said, leaving out the part I already knew-because you're a mother now. Because mothers don't have a choice.
You fell into your life, the same way I fell into mine.
The truth is, what I learned this year is that life is hard...Good people die for no reason. Little kids get sick. The people that are supposed to love you end up leaving.
The new pills made my body feel loose and springy, warmed from the inside, but I didn’t think there was a chemical yet invented that could have quelled my insecurity, or convinced me, in that moment,...
Sometimes - more often than not - he thought that Rachel and her classmates were just playing at being caring and open-minded, at noticing that there was a world wider than them, their college, their...
She took no pleasure from the very things I loved, from her size, her amplitude, her luscious, zaftig heft. As many times as I told her she was beautiful, I know that she never believed me. As many ti...
She loved [her daughters]. More than that, she admired them. They would be better than she was: stronger and smarter, more capable and less afraid, and if the world displeased them, they would change...
She hated the implied familiarity when customers requested things from her by name...
People will want you to behave a certain way, to make a certain choice because it reinforces the way they see the world...But you have to do what's right for you.
One of its ears stuck straight up, the other flopped as it ran, and I remembered something I'd read somewhere--that when God sees a dog he likes, He folds one of its ears down to remember it.
It's just you and the track and the clock. It's the most elemental thing there is-the simplest and the hardest. No everybody is cut out for it.