Цитаты из книги Yesteryear

Natalie’s like a border collie, my mother used to say to the other women at church. She needs a project, otherwise she starts chewing the cabinet corners. Are you saying my son is a project? I imagined Doug saying. No, I imagined my mother replying. I’m saying he’s the cabinet corner.

There comes a point in every marriage when a woman realizes that the man she married is a freak. This is inevitable. It cannot be avoided. The only real question in the matter is what type of freak your husband will be - meaning: if you are lucky, you will find out your husband is preternaturally into vintage children's train sets, and you will not find out that your husband pays high school cheerleaders for sex.

He looked like a houseplant getting tortured with a hair dryer.

The goal of an influencer is not to be lovable, and it is not to be unbearable. The goal is to be both at once. In other words: addicting

For hours now, my thoughts have fluttered and flitted tirelessly around me overhead. Now they stop short and drop out of the sky, one by one, until just one remains.

I wanted more of what I already had. I wanted the whole entire world to see itself through my eyes. A new level of influence.

And please give my husband a spine. I’m tired of him needing to borrow mine.

All men wanted to become legends. It was so embarrassing.

In the world that I came from, divorce was a German word that translated loosely to a lifetime of destitution and misery followed by an eternity in Hell.

sometimes the love of strangers is much more terrifying than the hate

The way some women so willingly compromised every ounce of themselves in the name of building a life for themselves that they didn't enjoy.

They talked about nuclear families the same way they talked about nuclear bomb.

Another long drive back home, through the mountains and past the farms and down the long dirt road to the nightmare -I mean dream-of my own making, the world I molded with my own bare hands. Playdough husband, playdough children, playdough life.

I've spent far too much of my life chasing the light.

"Forward. Forward?"

 "Time only moves in one direction, Mom."

WHY IS IT SO HARD FOR YOU TO BE KIND?

Stop it. Stop feeling this way.

People aren't so different from pigs, apparently. Once they learn a rotten thing can be eaten, they will eat it, and then they will become addicted to it. They will let it drive them mad.

It's easy to go everywhere when you're the one who sets the traps.