Indra

“The dark and the snow are too thick for him to see beyond the first trees. He’s been in there before at this time, when the dark shuts down in early winter. But now he pays attention, he notices something about the bush that he thinks he has missed those other times. How tangled up in itself it is, how dense and secret. It’s not a matter of one tree after another, it’s all the trees together, aiding and abetting one another and weaving into one thing. A transformation, behind your back.

There’s another name for the bush, and this name is stalking around in his mind, in and out of where he can almost grasp it. But not quite. It’s a tall word that seems ominous but indifferent.”
― Alice Munro, Too Much Happiness: Stories

“there were differences never to be mended, a word or an act never to be forgiven, a barrier never to be washed away.”
― Alice Munro, Too Much Happiness

“I was suddenly angry. I wanted to shake not just Lydia but the whole world of people who do not understand the difference between control of emotion and lack of it, and who make a totally illogical connection between inability to read others’ emotions and inability to experience their own.”
― Graeme Simsion, The Rosie Effect

“He takes up too much room, on the divan and in one's mind. It is simply impossible for me, in his presence, think of anything but him.”
― Alice Munro, Too Much Happiness: Stories