“I remember noticing for the first time how loud she was, her voice hard with silly aggressiveness. Connie with her whines and feints, the grating laugh that sounded, and was, practiced. A space opened up between us as soon as… — Emma Cline Copy Share Image
“Let's just give her a ride into town," Suzanne said. She spoke briskly, like I was a mess that needed to be cleaned up.… — Emma Cline Copy Share Image
“None of this was rare. Things like this happened hundreds of times. Maybe more. The hatred that vibrated beneath the surface of my girl’s… — Emma Cline Copy Share Image
“Money is ego, and people won't give it up. Just want to protect themselves, hold onto it like a blanket. They don't realize it… — Emma Cline Copy Share Image
“There are survivors of disasters whose accounts never begin with the tornado warning or the captain announcing engine failure, but always much earlier in… — Emma Cline Copy Share Image
“The possibility of judgment being passed on me supplanted any worries or questions I might have about Russell. At that age, I was, first… — Emma Cline Copy Share Image
“Mislila sam da ljubav koju prema nekom osjećaš djeluje kao zaštitna mjera, pa će ta osoba razumjeti raspon i snagu tvojih osjećaja i onda… — Emma Cline Copy Share Image
“A rock, I thought crazily. He'll pick up a rock. He'll break open my skull, my brain leaking onto the sand. He'll tighten his… — Emma Cline Copy Share Image
“The built-in preventative of another person meant I couldn’t indulge the animal feelings, couldn’t leave orange peels in the kitchen sink. I dressed right… — Emma Cline Copy Share Image
“I was already starting to understand that other people's admiration asked something of you. That you had to shape yourself around it.” — Emma Cline Copy Share Image
“Mitch studied me with a questioning, smug smile. Men did it so easily, that immediate parceling of value. And how they seemed to want… — Emma Cline Copy Share Image
“No-one had ever looked at me before Suzanne, not really, so she had become my definition. Her gaze softening my centre so easily that… — Emma Cline Copy Share Image
“How drugs patchworked simple, banal thoughts into phrases that seemed filled with importance. My glitchy adolescent brain was desperate for causalities, for conspiracies that… — Emma Cline Copy Share Image
