I couldn’t endure to have something explained to me ever again unless it was something I wanted to know.
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By one-thirty or two we’d finished off a six-pack, the kids had gone to bed, and bit by finicky bit we’d finished off the last of the pizza, so that by subtraction the living room looked almost clean.
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Stasis was what I craved and what I got… I was a stone; I was a rock; I had come down hard.
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I thought, with a clutch at my stomach, that I’d turned away from Skip to tell a stranger that if I could have anything I wanted it would be a lover who would love me back. (As if I ever in my life could have handled such a thing.)
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You don’t have to worry about it. Things go on happening whether you worry or not.
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If only we could have been content to compete in terms of desserts and casseroles and whose kid spoke in complete sentences first. – Golden days, Carolyn See