I felt as if the world I lived in was only a facade - that…

“What about stakes in the heart?" I asked now. He frowned, the center of his mouth pursed while its corners curled downward. "Anyone will…

— Susan Hubbard

“My father was right: people are always leaving. They fall in and out of your life like shadows.”

— Susan Hubbard

“Who chose burial monuments? Were the wishes of the deceased taken into consideration? It was a subject I'd never considered before.”

— Susan Hubbard

“Would you agree," he said, "that man's sole duty is to produce as much pleasure as possible?" "Only if the pleasure produced is equivalent…

— Susan Hubbard

“After we became a couple, she composed our time together. She planned days as if they were artistic events. One afternoon we went to…

— Susan Hubbard

“What's life without risk," my father said. "Nothing but mauvais foi [bad faith]”

— Susan Hubbard

“In practicing the art of confusion, there is no better weapon than poetry.”

— Susan Hubbard

“She looked at me for a second and said, "Oh, never mind. I guess it's true what Mom said? That you've led a sheltered…

— Susan Hubbard

“He said that academia reminded him of a badly run circus. The faculty members were like underfed animals -- weary of their cages, which…

— Susan Hubbard

“Even a dull life could make worthwhile reading, he said, provided the writer paid sufficient attention to detail.”

— Susan Hubbard

“She especially liked my bedside lamp, which had a five-sided porcelain shade. Unlit, the shade seemed like bumpy ivory. Lit, each panel came to…

— Susan Hubbard