“She was old to know that marriages were like children. They had lives of their own and didn't necessarily act the way you thought they should. And that the rules were different for each one.” — Rebecca Flowers Copy Share Image
“Pru curled up in the bay window and looked out at the city. People were going to the movies, parents were putting their children to bed. Suddenly, she feared for them all. She remembered, as she did from time to time, that everyone was going to die. Plane crashes, heart attacks, the slow erosion of bones. How did we manage… — Rebecca Flowers Copy Share
“More in-betweens: late afternoon, early spring, adolescence, falling in love. She hated the in-betweens. Always, she just wanted to get where she was going… — Rebecca Flowers Copy Share Image
“She was getting over it. She could feel it. Maybe she would never entirely be over him, but she thought she was beginning to… — Rebecca Flowers Copy Share Image
“You know how you’re at a party and you pick up the wrong beer, and you know after one sip that it’s not yours?… — Rebecca Flowers Copy Share Image
“Dear, he was the bad dress of men - a bit too short and clinging to you in all the wrong places.” — Rebecca Flowers Copy Share Image
“She was old to know that marriages were like children. They had lives of their own and didn't necessarily act the way you thought… — Rebecca Flowers Copy Share Image
“Do you remember that scene in Airplane! where the guy with the flags is waving a jet into its gate, then someone asks him… — Rebecca Flowers Copy Share Image
“Married people, thought Pru, never pictured single people as they really were, eating dinner from a tin with the cat on the table.” — Rebecca Flowers Copy Share Image
“And the rules! How Pru loved rules! It wasn't so much that she like following rules, but knowing what they were gave her a… — Rebecca Flowers Copy Share Image
“Listen,” he said, raising himself up on one elbow. “You don’t just decide one day you’re going to run a marathon, right? You have… — Rebecca Flowers Copy Share Image
