I'm trying..." How could I put it? "I'm trying to get far enough down the line so that I can remember." I stopped, then continued: "so that I can remember without the pain killing me" And the days were stacking up. And weeks. And months. It was now almost the middle of June and he'd died in February, but I still felt like I'd just woken from a horrible dream, that I was suspended in that stunned, paralyzed state between sleep and reality where I was grasping for, but couldn't get a handle on normality.
Marian KeyesI've been so showered in life, beyond my wildest dreams, such as having a loving partner I never thought I'd have.
Marian KeyesI don't like this idea of division: that if you're a clever woman then you've got to be a particular way. Because men don't. Men please themselves.
Marian KeyesI sighed. "What is life but fleeting moments of happiness strung together on necklace of despair?
Marian KeyesThe back windows looked out over the fields, then the Atlantic, maybe a hundred yards away. Actually, I'm just making that bit up. I had no idea how far away the sea was. Only men could do things like that. "Half a mile." "Fifty yards." Giving directions, that sort of thing. I could look at a woman and say "Thirty-six C." Or "Let's try it in the next size up." But I had no idea how far away Tim's sea was except that I wouldn't want to walk to it in high heels.
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