“ The loneliest thing in the world is lying awake beside someone asleep. ~ The November Story ”
She had abruptly flipped from the southern belle and was now putting on the extremely businesslike air of those perfectionist women who'd only worked in the professional world for two or three years before stopping to have children and were now terrified of not being taken seriously.
~ Rebecca Makkai
...all I knew were novels. It gave me pause, for a moment, that all my reference points were fiction, that all my narratives were lies.
If everything else were still the same, he'd have felt Zee's absence like a gaping hole. But if he could continue to reconfigure his entire life, there would be no missing place where Zee had been.
By then there had been other men. She'd flung herself at other closed windows. The windows never broke, but her heart, at the end, was in splinters.
