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I always quit at three when my kids come home from school so I feel pretty spoiled.
Crying wasn't like riding a bike. Give it up, and you quickly forget how it's done.
Our rest is formed by our waking life and our waking life is formed by our sorrows.
Pride is a funny thing; it can make what is truly worthless appear to be a treasure.
Only her death could prove her innocence; a circle of impossible, deathly judgement.
He wanted pain, I saw that in him, and what a man wants he will often manage to find.
Do what you want, do what you will, do what you have to, do what you think you cannot.
Unrequited love is so boring. Weeping under a blue-black sky is for suckers or maniacs.
He fell in love with the way she closed her eyes, long before he fell in love with her.
I feel like my eyes are killing me at the end of the day and that I shouldn't use them.
People want to ignore what they can't understand. They're looking for logic at any cost.
I wonder how a lioness will manage in a dovecote. Can you put away your teeth and claws?
I must keep my head and not give in to desire, for desire is what causes women to drown.
That is how you know you've left childhood behind-when you wish for time to go backward.
In a world of sorrow, love was an act of will. All you needed were the right ingredients.
In "Faithful," Ray Bradbury is discussed a lot. The characters read "The Illustrated Man."
Maybe some love was guaranteed. Maybe it fit inside you and around you like skin and bones.
My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel.
Sally...can no longer think of love as a reality, or even as a possibility, however remote.
I read "The Group" by Mary McCarthy. It had tons of sex in it, or so I thought at the time.
Once you know some things, you can't unknow them. It's a burden that can never be given away.
My sorrow is I used to read all the time and now, as a writer, I don't have the time to read.
I read Betty Smith's "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn," all of Shirley Jackson's books, which I loved.
That was the way love was, invisible, there whether or not you wanted to see it or admit to it.
Women know things that men will never know. We keep the best secrets. We tell the best stories.
Some things you cannot wish away or think away. They become part of you when you remember them.
Good fortune can take forever to get to you, but as it turns out, sorrow is as quick as a shot.
Sometimes words drew blood, they cut your tongue, they made you know things you couldn't unknow.
You can be betrayed in your sleep. The whole world can tilt while you're dreaming of butterflies.
Here's the thing about luck...you don't know if it's good or bad until you have some perspective.
I just finished Colson Whitehead's "The Underground Railroad," which I think is a work of genius.
Outside, the September air was enticingly fragrant, yellow with pollen and rich, lemony sunlight.
I can hurt myself more than anyone else can, she told her sister. I can do it with my eyes closed.
Hearts were made for being broken. There's really no way around it if you want to be a human being.
Some people say, 'Save yourself and you save your ways.' I say, 'Be yourself and you save your soul.
But what we are given is taken as well, so that we know God's glory comes to us from His will alone.
My mother's blood that would last forever after. The blood of my brother, my grandfather, my father.
Even in times when it's difficult to figure out, how do you go forward, art - and books - always help
I feel as if when you love a book it becomes a part of you whether you have it on your shelves or not.
Even in times when it's difficult to figure out, how do you go forward, art - and books - always help.
When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure.
If we had paid attention, we would have understood there are some things in this world you cannot outrun.
I think love is a huge factor in fiction and in real life. Is there a risk? Always. In fiction and in life
Every problem has a solution, although it may not be the outcome that was originally hoped for or expected.
I think love is a huge factor in fiction and in real life. Is there a risk? Always. In fiction and in life.
The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day, just as the sun always longs for something dark and deep.
It was the sort of beauty you feel so deeply it becomes contagious and somehow makes you feel beautiful too.
I saw the end of his life right there in that single moment. His pride, his decency, his secrets, his death.
I wasn't good company, that was true, and people avoided me, but that was all right. I was too busy dreaming.
I knew what it was to yearn for a life so distant it seemed that it had never been anything more than a dream.