“Pek çok eski Fransız tüccarı doğayla, özellikle de suyla öyle düşmanca ilişkiler içindeymiş ki isim verdikleri her şey kasvetlerini taşıyordu: bütün hoş tatil yerlerinin adları Fransızcadan Ölümün Kapısı, Dalgaların Mezarı ya da Şeytanın Gölü olarak çevrilmişti.”

“Sarah'nın gülmek yerine, "Komik," ya da gülümsemek yerine, "İlginç," ya da "Aptal zırva geri zekâlının tekisin," demek yerine, "Şey, sanırım bu ondan biraz daha karmaşık," diyen kadınlardan olmasından korktum. Öyle insanların yanında ne yapacağımı hiç bilemezdim, özellikle de siz konuştuktan sonra gizemli bir şekilde "Anlıyorum," diyenlerin. Genellikle sadece susardım.”

“The situation was not easy for her, they knew. Once, at the start of last semester, she had skipped into her lecture hall singing "Getting to Know You" - both verses. At the request of the dean the chairman had called her into his office, but did not ask her for an explanation, not really. He asked her how she was and then smiled in an avuncular way. She said, "Fine," and he studied the way she said it, her front teeth catching on the inside of her lower lip. She was almost pretty, but her face showed the strain and ambition of always having been close but not quite.”

“She was unequal to anyone's wistfulness. She had made too little of her life. Its loneliness shamed her like a crime.”

“I always had the sense with her that she didn't suffer fools gladly but that life was taking great pains to show her how.”

“I tried to live cautiously - or eventually learned to try to live - in a spirit of regret prevention, and I could not see how Bonnie could accomplish such a thing in this situation. Regret - operatic, oceanic, fathomless - seemed to stretch before her in every direction. No matter which path she took, regret would stain her feet and scratch her arms and rain down on her, lightlessly and lifelong. It had already begun.”

“Her rage flopped awkwardly away like a duck. She felt as she had when her cold, fierce parents had at last grown sick and old, stick-boned and saggy, protected by infirmity the way cuteness protected a baby, or should, it should protect a baby, and she had been left with her rage--vestigial, girlhood rage--inappropriate and intact. She would hug her parents good-bye, the gentle, emptied sacks of them, and think Where did you go?”