Claire Morgan > Quotes

“I let it boil and it's got scum on it," Carol said annoyedly. "I'm sorry."

But Therese loved it, because she knew this was exactly what Carol would always do, be thinking of something else and let the milk boil.”
― Claire Morgan, The Price of Salt

“Is there a word? A friend, a companion, or maybe just a sharer. What good are words? I mean, I think people often try to find through sex, things that are much easier to find in other ways.”
― Claire Morgan, The Price of Salt

“An indefinite longing, that she had been only vaguely conscious of at times before, became now a recognizable wish. It was so absurd, so embarrassing a desire, that Therese thrust it from her mind.”
― Claire Morgan, The Price of Salt

“Therese looked in vain, even for the dangling string. "Why did you do it?" Her voice was shrill with tears. "It was such a beautiful kite!" "It's only a kite!" Richard repeated. "I can make another kite!”
― Claire Morgan, The Price of Salt

“So you want to fall in love? You probably will soon, and if you do, enjoy it, it’s harder later on.”
― Claire Morgan, Carol

“And she did not have to ask if this were right, no one had to tell her, because this could not have been more right or perfect.”
― Claire Morgan, The Price of Salt

“Does he still talk about it?" "No. Is it anything to talk about? Is it anything to be proud of?" "Is it anything to be ashamed of?" "Yes. You know that, don't you?" Carol asked in her even, distinct voice. "In the eyes of the world it's an abomination.”
― Claire Morgan, The Price of Salt

“How was it possible to be afraid and in love, Therese thought. The two things did not go together. How was it possible to be afraid, when the two of them grew stronger together every day? And every night. Every night was different, and every morning. Together they possessed a miracle.”
― Claire Morgan, The Price of Salt

“While a thousand memories and moments, words, the first darling, the second time Carol had met her at the store, a thousand memories of Carol's face, her voice, moments of anger and laughter flashed like the tail of a comet across her brain. And now it was pale-blue distance and space, an expanding space in which she took flight suddenly like a long arrow.”
― Claire Morgan, The Price of Salt

“Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh. She had a vision of a pale-white flower, shimmering as if seen in darkness, or through water. Why did people talk of heaven, she wondered.”
― Claire Morgan, The Price of Salt

“But if it was merely happiness, then it had gone beyond the ordinary bounds and become something else, become a a kind of excessive pressure, so that the weight of a coffee cup in her hand, the speed of a cat crossing the garden below, the silent crash of two clouds seemed alsmost more than she could bear.”
― Claire Morgan