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― I Have Some Questions For You
― I Have Some Questions For You
“Always it was the same, Furlong thought; always they carried mechanically on without pause, to the next job at hand. What would life be like, he wondered, if they were given time to think and reflect over things? Might their lives be different or much the same – or would they just lose the run of themselves?”
― Small Things Like These
― Small Things Like These
“I thought of a friend in La who'd said recently of her own daughter, "It feels wrong to give her all this happiness and confidence when we know what is coming. Seventh grade is going to hit like a wall. It feels like fattening a pig for slaughter." But what was the alternative? Starving the pig?”
― I Have Some Questions for You
― I Have Some Questions for You
“I emptied my drawers of jeans and cute little Anthropologie sweaters that now looked absurdly small, like they’d belonged to a doll. These had all felt so expensive and important when I bought them, and had in their own way become a part of my identity. But becoming a mother alters every inch of your body, your routine, your soul, your heart. This makes sense, of course: How could the arrival of a baby not change these things? Yet somehow I wasn’t prepared for the idea that I would have to shed, essentially, almost every item of clothing that had defined me for the past two decades.”
― I'll Show Myself Out: Essays on Midlife and Motherhood
― I'll Show Myself Out: Essays on Midlife and Motherhood
“As we drove I suddenly had a visceral memory of what a hideous thing marriage was for me at times those years with William: a familiarity so dense it filled up the room, your throat almost clogged with knowledge of the other so that it seemed to practically press into your nostrils—the odor of the other’s thoughts, the self-consciousness of every spoken word, the slight flicker of an eyebrow slightly raised, the barely perceptible tilting of the chin; no one but the other would know what it meant; but you could not be free living like that, not ever. Intimacy became a ghastly thing.”
― Oh William!
― Oh William!
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