Nicole Krauss
When will you learn that there isn’t a word for everything? — Nicole Krauss, The History of Love (W. W. Norton & Company; 1st edition, May 17, 2005)
Category: Adult Fiction
Pat Conroy
You get a little moody sometimes but I think that’s because you like to read. People that like to read are always a little fucked up. ― Pat Conroy, The Prince of Tides (Dial Press Trade Paperback; Reprint edition, October 1, 2002) Originally published January 1, 1986.
Jane Urquhart
And those you never forgive you find impossible to forget. — Jane Urquhart, The Underpainter (McClelland & Stewart, 1997)
Ann Brashares
Maybe you think you’ll be entitled to more happiness later by forgoing all of it now, but it doesn’t work that way. Happiness takes as much practice as unhappiness does. It’s by living that you live more. By waiting you wait more. Every waiting day makes your life a little less. Every lonely day makes… Continue reading Ann Brashares
Alice Hoffman
Here is the riddle of love: Everything it gives to you, it takes away. ― Alice Hoffman, The Dovekeepers ( Scribner; 0 edition, October 4, 2011)
Chuck Palahniuk
I feel my heart ache, but I’ve forgotten what that feeling means. — Chuck Palahniuk, Choke. (Anchor June 11, 2002)
Muriel Barbery
I find this a fascinating phenomenon: the ability we have to manipulate ourselves so that the foundation of our beliefs is never shaken. ― Muriel Barbery, The Elegance of the Hedgehog. (Europa Editions; 1st edition September 2, 2008) Originally published August 2006.
James Patterson
…But remember that you have to move on, somehow. You just pick your head up and stare at something beautiful like the sky or the ocean, and you move the hell on. — James Patterson, Suzanne’s Diary for Nicholas. (Vision; 1st US MM Ppbk Print, Aug. 2003 edition August 1, 2003)
Henry Miller
To make absolute, unconditional surrender to the woman one loves is to break every bond save the desire not to lose her, which is the most terrible bond of all. — Henry Miller, Sexus. (Grove Press January 12, 1994) Originally published 1949.
Henry Miller
To have her here in bed with me, breathing on me, her hair in my mouth—I count that something of a miracle. — Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer. (Grove Press January 6, 1994) Originally published 1934.
The Vale of Soul-Making 