The moment of betrayal is the worst, the moment when you know beyond any doubt that you've been betrayed: that some other human being has wished you that much evil

You think I'm not a goddess? Try me. This is a torch song. Touch me and you'll burn.

The beginning of Canadian cultural nationalism was not 'Am I really that oppressed?' but 'Am I really that boring?'

Forgiving men is so much easier than forgiving women.

She had no images of this love. She could offer no anecdotes. It was a belief rather than a memory.

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But who can remember pain, once it’s over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain marks you, but too deep to see. Out of sight, out of mind.