Although Kit and Rafe had met in the peace movement, marching, organizing, making no nukes signs, now they wanted to kill each other. They had become, also, a little pro-nuke.
After four movies, three concerts, and two-and-a-half museums, you sleep with him. It seems the right number of cultural events.
A woman had to choose her own particular unhappiness carefully. That was the only happiness in life: to choose the best unhappiness. An unwise move, good God, you could squander everything.
Such a life)engaged gross quantities of hope and despair and set them wildly side by side, like a Third World country of the heart.
Women now were told not to settle for second best, told that they deserved better, but at a time, it seemed, when there was so much less to go around.
When I was little, I didn’t understand that you could change a few sounds in a name or a phrase and have it mean something entirely different. When I told teachers my name was Benna and they said, Don...
We don't do that in New York, rasped Odette. She cleared her throat.No? Pinky smiled and put his hand on her thigh.No, it's, um, the cash machines. You just… you wait at them. Forever. Your whole life...
We curl up on the couch together, under a blanket, whisper I love you, I missed you, confusing tenses I think.
This was love, I supposed, and eventually I would come to know it. Someday it would choose me and I would come to know its spell, for long stretches and short, two times, maybe three, and then quite p...
Things, I know, stiffen and shift in memory, become what they never were before. As when an army takes over a country. Or a summer yard goes scarlet with fall and its venous leaves. One summons the ye...
The speech she made was done in the back, alone, like little shoes cobbled by an elf: spider is to web as weaver is to blank. That one was hers. She was proud of that. Also, blank is to heartache as f...
The later-afternoon air of our exhalations hung in brief clouds before us. The thought balloon of my own breath said, How have I found myself here? It was not a theological question. It was one of tra...
The faces of the panel listening were the very embodiment of skepticism made flesh.
Tell him not to smoke in your apartment. Tell him to get out. At first he protests. But slowly, slowly, he leaves, pulling up the collar on his expensive beige raincoat, like an old and haggard Robert...
She would turn from him in bed, her hands under the pillow, the digital clock peeling back the old skins of numbers.
She looked pink and beseeching, though essentially she looked the same, as people do despite the fact they have begun to turn into monsters and are about to tell you something that should require horn...
She liked her pieces to have something from every time of day in them — she didn't trust things written in the morning only — so she reread and rewrote painstakingly. No part of a day — its moods, its...
She gazed over at her mother and took a deep breath. Perhaps her mother had never shown Abby affection, not really, but she had given her a knack for solitude, with its terrible lurches outward, and i...
Personally I've never put much store by honesty- I mean how can you trust a word whose first letter you don't even pronounce
Mostly, however, he had books about love. He believed in studying his own heart this way.