A red traffic light loomed, and Cecilia slammed her foot on the brake. The fact that Polly no longer wanted a pirate party was breathtakingly insignificant in comparison to that poor man (thirty!) crashing to the ground for the freedom that Cecilia took for granted, but right now, she couldnโt pause to honor his memory, because a last-minute change of party theme was unacceptable. Thatโs what happened when you had freedom. You lost your mind over a pirate party.
Liane MoriartyGoogle is my best friend and my worst enemy. It's fabulous for research, but then it becomes addictive. I'll have a character eating an orange, and next thing I'm Googling types of oranges, I'm visiting chat rooms about oranges, I'm learning the history of the orange.
Liane MoriartyEveryone wanted to be rich and beautiful, but the truly rich and beautiful had to pretend they were just the same as everyone else.
Liane MoriartyThere were worse things to be than sexist. For example, you could be the sort of person who pinched your fingers together while using the words โteeny weeny.
Liane MoriartyPerhaps nothing was ever โmeant to be.โ There was just life, and right now, and doing your best. Being a bit โbendy.
Liane Moriarty