کتاب Conversations with Friends (رمان گفتگو با دوستان)

Gradually the waiting began to feel less like waiting and more like this was simply what life was: the distracting tasks undertaken while the thing you are waiting for continues not to happen.

You live through certain things before you understand them. You can’t always take the analytical position.

You underestimate your own power so you don’t have to blame yourself for treating other people badly. You tell yourself stories about it. Oh well, Bobbi’s rich, Nick’s a man, I can’t hurt these people. If anything they’re out to hurt me and I’m defending myself.

At any time I felt I could do or say anything at all, and only afterward think: oh, so that’s the kind of person I am.