“They say the eyes are the first thing to go”—he glances meaningfully at the reading glasses—“but I say it’s curiosity. People hit middle age and they stop questioning. That’s aging. That’s the beginning of the end.” “Questioning? Give me a… — Jennifer Haigh Copy Share Image
“His explanation takes two minutes exactly. The shale lies a mile underground, has lain there since before there was a Pennsylvania, before a single… — Jennifer Haigh Copy Share Image
“Destiny, she’d learned, was written in the heavens; a person couldn’t take what the universe didn’t wish to give.” — Jennifer Haigh Copy Share Image
“Stomach issues aren’t typical. But let me do some research.” Trexler scribbles on a notepad. “What about breathing problems? That’s usually what we see… — Jennifer Haigh Copy Share Image
“But his singing was unconscious and irrepressible - an expression of his native exuberance, the dreamy, buoyant soundtrack running through his head.” — Jennifer Haigh Copy Share Image
“When they touched it was like touching her own body. From childhood they had been the same height; their arms and legs and hands… — Jennifer Haigh Copy Share Image
The human heart: its expansions and contractions its electrics and hydraulics the warm tides that move and fill it. For years Art had studied… — Jennifer Haigh Copy Share Image
“More than anything in life, she wishes she'd let him. That she'd smiled for the camera. That she'd said yes. Life was gone before… — Jennifer Haigh Copy Share Image
“He looks out over his back yard, what’s left of it. With the forest gone, the property looks smaller than sixty acres, stripped and… — Jennifer Haigh Copy Share Image
I wanted only a familiar voice, someone who knew me. Not some earlier, larval version of myself. . . — Jennifer Haigh Copy Share Image
