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She looked at the trees, she looked at the grass, she looked at the faces of the passers-by. It had been interesting, it had been rather good, and it was still rather good. But really, she was ready. Since the time had come, she was ready. Paulette would miss her for a long time, Paul for less, but really, their sorrow was their business, not hers.
... See moreMargo Jefferson • Maud Martha
The waiter looked amazed and then perplexed.
Raymond Carver • Will You Please Be Quiet, Please? (Vintage Classics)
EB White:
... See more“The essayist is a self-liberated man, sustained by the childish belief that everything he thinks about, everything that happens to him, is of general interest. He is a fellow who thoroughly enjoys his work, just as people who take bird walks enjoy theirs. Each new excursion of the essayist, each new “attempt,” differs from the last and ta
Fitzgerald’s tender recollection of being “approved of by everyone” may be found in her essay “Why I Write,” which is included in the collection of her occasional prose A House of Air (New York: Harper Perennial, 2009 [2003]).
Alan Jacobs • The Pleasures of Reading in an Age of Distraction
Another woman I worked with, an intelligent and gifted woman, told me of her grandmother, who lived in the Midwest. Her grandmother’s idea of a really good time was to board the train to Chicago and wear a big hat, and walk down Michigan Avenue looking in all the shop windows and being an elegant lady. By hook or by crook or by fate, she married a
... See moreDr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés • Women Who Run With the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype
That she herself was now the older, drier, pouchier-faced woman who once had been, as Pip was now, a mobile destabilizing menace, a kind of rogue warhead …
Jonathan Franzen • Purity: A Novel
So soon. So soon. She hadn’t even begun the trip back. Back to her grandmother’s house in the city where the red shutters glowed, and already she had been called “gal.”
Toni Morrison • Sula
Rejoice, small ant, she thought, in your one life, though too soon dimmed it shall be.
Lauren Groff • The Vaster Wilds: A Novel
"'Fraid the ladies will eat you?" he scoffed.