Regret, already sogging me down, burst its dam. It seeped into my legs, it pooled in my heart.

But what humans forget, cells remember. The body, that elephant

On the morning the last Lisbon daughter took her turn at suicide- it was Mary this time, and sleeping pills, like Therese- the two paramedics arrived at the house knowing exactly where the knife drawer was, and the gas oven, and the beam in the basement from which it was possible to tie a rope.

You can tell when something's not moving forward anymore. When the doubts you have about it don't go away.

The window was still open.” Mr Lisbon said. “I don’t think we’d ever remembered to shut it. It was all clear to me. I knew I had to close it or else she’d go on jumping out of it forever

Usually my ideas are small.

We realized that the version of the world they rendered for us was not the version of the world they really believed in.