The life of a plural wife, she'd found, was a life lived under constant comparison, a life spent wondering. Sitting across from her sister-wives at Sunday dinner, the platters and serving dishes floating past like hovercraft, the questions were almost… — Brady Udall Copy Share Image
“If I could tell you only one thing about my life it would be this: when I was seven years old the mailman ran over my had. As formative events go, nothing else comes close; my careening, zigzag existence, my wounded brain and faith in God, my collisions with joy and affliction, all of it has come, in one way… — Brady Udall Copy Share
For most affairs, this eventually becomes the most fundamental of questions, the only one that matters: Do we love each other more than the lives we already have? It is the question that hovers in the background of every secret phone call, flavors every tryst with the head of possibilities of apocalypse and renewal; and it is the answer to… — Brady Udall Copy Share
...Families are Forever, and wondered if the slogan was meant as a promise or a threat. — Brady Udall Copy Share Image
If I could tell you only one thing about my life, it would be this: When I was 7 years old, the mailman ran… — Brady Udall Copy Share Image
“Because this, after all, was the basic truth they all chose to live by: that love was no finite commodity. That it was not subject to the cruel reckoning of addition and subtraction, that to give to one did not necessarily mean to take from another; that the heart, in its infinite capacity-even the confused and cheating heart of the… — Brady Udall Copy Share
“For Golden it was hard not to think that there might be something wrong about a household in which the dog was wearing underwear… — Brady Udall Copy Share Image
“She considered, maybe for the first time, how lucky she was to be able to pick up the phone and call her mother whenever… — Brady Udall Copy Share Image
“When she's next to him, when she rests her hand on his, his whole body aches with something like knowledge for all he has… — Brady Udall Copy Share Image
“But Golden's dark form in the doorway had imprinted something new and painful on the hard plates of her chest: that old devil, hope.… — Brady Udall Copy Share Image
“. . . Golden would find himself thinking that if he ever became delusional or foolhardy enough to outfit one of his houses with… — Brady Udall Copy Share Image
If I could tell you only one thing about my life it would be this: when I was seven years old the mailman ran… — Brady Udall Copy Share Image
“Even in the midst of all this commotion she knows none of it really belongs to her, and marvels at the strange fact of… — Brady Udall Copy Share Image
