“She knew whose love she doubted. It wasn't her parents' and it wasn't her friends: It was her own. ”
“...she did have her own baby. She had you, and your brother, and if you think that it was any different for her, it wasn't. And I knew that he meant it.”
“Her problem wasn't she was a dumb blonde, it was she wasn't a blonde and she wasn't dumb.”
“She wasn't in love but she would love him, if that would save her.”
“She couldn't demand that Mrs. Proust get off the bed; it wasn't her bed. It wasn't her castle. She smiled. In fact it really wasn't her problem. How nice to find a problem that wasn't yours.”
“I wasn't quite as certain that I knew her soul. When it came right down to it, I wasn't sure she knew me either.”