[b]Meg Wolitzer
What if she’d turned down the lightly flung invitation and went about her life, thudding obliviously along like a drunk person, a blind person, a moron, someone who thinks that the small packet of happiness she carries is enough.[/b]
Well, it does work for some of us. I wonder then if that includes me.
Part of the beauty of love was that you didn’t need to explain it to anyone else. You could refuse to explain.
Perhaps, but only if they let you.
The city was a paradox, though maybe it had always been one. You could have an excellent life here, even as everything disintegrated.
Let’s skip the part about money. You know, this time.
She used to be really dynamic and exciting and filled with promise, but she’s become this ordinary sort of boring person…I always thought it was the saddest and most devastating ending. How you could have these enormous dreams that never get met. How without knowing it you could just make yourself smaller over time. I don’t want that to happen to me.
Let’s not go there, he thought.
Standing in the heat and noise, facing the rows of bent heads, Ethan Figman willed himself to leave that long sleep in which you dream that the inhuman things that people do to one another on a distant continent have nothing to do with the likes of you.
Hell, you may even profit from it.
And it was true that if you categorized people by which Disney character they were, then Jonah would always be Bambi. Motherless, graceful, unobtrusive. Ethan–Jiminy Cricket, the annoying little conscience… just look at Ash. In the Disney hierarchy she was Snow White… He paused to wonder which Disney character Jules was, and realized that Disney did not make women or girls or woodland animals that were like her.
Which one do I remind you of?