Google is my best friend and my worst enemy. It's fabulous for research, but then it becomes addictive. I'll have a character… — Liane Moriarty Copy Share Image
“It was good to remember that for every horrible memory from her marriage, there was also a happy one. She wanted to see it… — Liane Moriarty Copy Share Image
“When you were young you talked about "falling in love" with such amusing gravity, as if it were an actual recordable event, when what… — Liane Moriarty Copy Share Image
“Nathan kissed Madeline on the cheek and shook Ed's hand enthusiastically. He took an ostentatious relish in the civility of his dealings with his… — Liane Moriarty Copy Share Image
“The cycles of dysfunction and mental illness did not have to carry over from generation to generation. You just had to educate yourself. Erika” — Liane Moriarty Copy Share Image
My real thinking and planning gets done when I'm doing something else like driving or walking or taking the shower. — Liane Moriarty Copy Share Image
“She wondered if it was similar to how people felt when they first took antidepressants and they lost their pain, but everything else felt… — Liane Moriarty Copy Share Image
It's always the paragraphs I loved most, the ones I tenderly polished and re-read with pride, that my editor will suggest cutting. — Liane Moriarty Copy Share Image
“Recently, she’d noticed something strange happening when she talked to people in groups. She couldn’t quite remember how to be. She’d find herself thinking:… — Liane Moriarty Copy Share Image
“I won’t get involved in any school politics,” she’d said, and someone up there had overheard and hadn’t liked her attitude. Far too confident.… — Liane Moriarty Copy Share Image
Early love is exciting and exhilarating. It's light and bubbly. Anyone can love like that. But after three children, after a separation and a… — Liane Moriarty Copy Share Image
“Did you know that some people wish the Berlin Wall had never come down?” said Esther. “That’s weird, isn’t it? Why would you want… — Liane Moriarty Copy Share Image
“The weather wasn’t helping. It was far too lovely, mocking her pain.” — Liane Moriarty Copy Share Image
