“The sun had already set behind the mountains, and the sky had been drained of color. The trellises of sauvignon blanc flowed… — Frederick Weisel Copy Share Image
“The thing about hitting bottom is that, in the middle of it, sometimes you don’t know if you’re really hitting bottom or just bouncing… — Frederick Weisel Copy Share Image
“What spares us is memory,” he said. “It’s what makes us worth saving. However low we sink, whatever promise we no longer fulfill, we… — Frederick Weisel Copy Share Image
“Sometimes we do terrible things to the ones we love just to see what harm we can cause.” — Frederick Weisel Copy Share Image
“Anita Kleinman was a slight woman in her seventies. Her hair was thinning and white with a touch of pink, and was swept back… — Frederick Weisel Copy Share Image
“Every American autobiography, someone once said, is about one thing—escape. Look into the frightened heart of an American life, and you’ll find a compulsion… — Frederick Weisel Copy Share Image
“Nico’s hair was combed straight up, stiff with mousse, the tips dyed the color of traffic cones.” — Frederick Weisel Copy Share Image
“If they’re together long enough, every couple has one conversation over and over. This was ours.” — Frederick Weisel Copy Share Image
“No single act is entirely redemptive, but all a fallen man has is the first step back.” — Frederick Weisel Copy Share Image
“Take a seat, Charlie,” he said. “I’ll kill you in a few minutes. It’ll be good for you.” — Frederick Weisel Copy Share Image
“At first, he talked about the flowers in the garden behind his country house in Surrey. His voice still had its Midlands accent but… — Frederick Weisel Copy Share Image
“People are complicated,” she said. “Didn’t they teach you that in biography school?” — Frederick Weisel Copy Share Image
“Aren’t autobiographies born in a question we ask ourselves: how did I get to this point? Don’t we look back over the path and… — Frederick Weisel Copy Share Image
