It was funny, she thought, how many relationships one could have with the same man, over the course of a lifetime together.

So drunk that it wasn’t right.

When one’s parents or grandparents have already quested and conquered, what is there for subsequent generations to do?”

Rich people, thought Judy—she thought this then, and she thinks it now—generally become most enraged when they sense they’re about to be held accountable for their wrongs.

I hope you’re getting what you want from this life, too.”

For knowing too much, rather than too little. For a woman, neither was an acceptable way to be.

It was then that a memory sprang forcefully to the front of his mind: something the boy had said once about his grandfather, in passing, that Carl had brushed aside.

Sometimes Alice had the feeling that her prompt production of a boy—and such a fine one, at that—was the only thing she had ever done that pleased her husband.

She was a bad conversationalist.