“She was the curator of her marriage, collector of swift quotes and unremarked-upon sensations.”
“For the biographer, the final clue to character lies in the yet unread - the scribbled note, the diary page, a notation in the margin of a draft - until the day when even the most devoted portraitist of the dead says, "Enough!" Working in the service of the dead, biographers quit their labors only when the sole remaining task is the impossible - resurrection.”
“I tend not to look back. What’s done is done, good, bad or indifferent. I’m much more concerned with whatever’s coming next.”
“Yesterday is History, Tomorrow a Mistery. Today is a gift, that's why they call it the present.”
“quoting Steinbeck-Peter said,"'A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.”
“Okay, what in Hades just happened? Stones don’t glow blue or any other color and they certainly don’t burn circles on you.”The stone wasn’t talking.Alexandra considered herself well grounded, yet here she stood, talking to a stone that glowed, burned circles, and refused to answer.A thread of sensation pricked at the edges of her mind, then grew stronger. It mirrored an idea then became clear. Tell no one.What? Looking from side to side, she backed against the wall. Although it felt like someone whispered in her ear, she stood there alone. The day’s trauma must have pushed her over the edge, yet the sensation persisted.Tell no one.She froze. Her eyes darted around the room. The muscles in her legs tightened as she prepared to bolt from the room.Alexandra swallowed and licked her lips. “Who would believe me anyway?” she whispered.”
“Was it possible to love a man who made you feel ridiculous? Of course [.....], love was complicated, that was all. Or was love simple, and marriage was complicated? In seventeen years of marriage David had often left her feeling frustrated, and furious, and disgusted, yes - but he had also made her feel beautiful, and protected, and loved. And oh, what she would give to feel loved right now.”