I have no end of failings as a mother, but I have always followed the rules.
Funny how the nature of a normal day is the first memory to fade.
The existence of other people is essentially awkward.
For women, marriages foreclosed often resulted in anaccumulation of booty; for men, these failed projects of implausible optimismwere more likely to manifest themselves in material lack. It washard to resist the metaphorical impression that women...
He didn’t like to be seen needing it – as if hunger were a sign of weakness.
Expectations are dangerous when they are both too high and unformed.
The good life doesn’t knock on the door. Joy is a job.
Needing kindness myself, I am kinder now, and we get on amazingly well. [p. 110]
You were patient, but I worried that your very patience tempted Kevin to try it.
I am vain, or once was, and one of my vanities was to feign that I was not.
My mind is huge with little stories that I never told you.
at least they wouldn’t be our same old problems… ” (22)
Though surely to avoid attachments for fear of loss is to avoid life.