She's been conned, ruined, left for dead, and she's not going to forgive any of it. She will soldier on, if only out of spite.

None of the wives mention the security guards by the door, who will probably tackle us to the ground if we try to leave without our husbands.

I don’t have too many books, I have too little shelving.

The only characters I ever don't like are ones that leave no impression on me. And I don't write characters that leave no impression on me.

Someday I'll tell you all of it," I say. "I'd like that," he says. "No," I say. "I promise you won't.

I wanted so badly to tell him, but something about that entire night seemed so beautiful, so bizarre, that I didn't trust it with my secrets.

I think humans have always been desperate. I think it has always been about doing something awful if it might help, when the only other option is death. Maybe that's what being a parent is supposed to feel like.