“Oh, I already loved my husband, of course, but this was different. That had been a decision; this was out of my control, an impulse as difficult to resist as gravity. Mad love, crazy love, drop, sink, stumble. The kind… — Kylie Ladd Copy Share Image
“There’s an old joke about a man who buys a cookbook for his wife and a negligee for his mistress. Somehow, though, the two parcels get mixed up and he fears that all will be lost. But on the contrary… — Kylie Ladd Copy Share Image
“If I let myself think of it the pain and anger were still fresh, adrenalin racing down my limbs to pool, hot and itchy,… — Kylie Ladd Copy Share Image
“I literally felt gutted, as if someone had hollowed me out, removed my core. Patients in the final stage of dementia revert to an… — Kylie Ladd Copy Share Image
“I had learnt from my work: that all pain is erased in the passage of time. Not just by, but in. In ten decades… — Kylie Ladd Copy Share Image
“Maybe a better illustration would be a migraine. One moment you’re well, the next you’re in so much pain you can’t open your eyes.… — Kylie Ladd Copy Share Image
“The best way to describe it is that it was like eating Vegemite toast again after weeks of rich foreign food and complicated sauces—good… — Kylie Ladd Copy Share Image
“I was out of control, manic, less myself than I’d ever been. Like Eve must have felt after the fall, I reflected as I… — Kylie Ladd Copy Share Image
“Tired, yes, but it was more than that. Watching everything unfold had lurched me from anger to disgust and finally sorrow, had reminded me… — Kylie Ladd Copy Share Image
“Maybe it was because the friendship had been forced on us, or because, with her careful grooming and precise sentences, Joan always made me… — Kylie Ladd Copy Share Image
“At first I enjoyed it. A fall is a surrender; you can’t help it, you didn’t plan it. Maybe you could have been more… — kylie ladd Copy Share Image
“For a second I felt content, an emotion so unfamiliar it took me a moment to identify it.” — Kylie Ladd Copy Share Image
“Chemistry is an overused word. I prefer ‘fit’, that indefinable sensation when a man takes your arm as you move through a door, or… — Kylie Ladd Copy Share Image
“Oh, I already loved my husband, of course, but this was different. That had been a decision; this was out of my control, an… — Kylie Ladd Copy Share Image
