“It was what Julia had been thinking for weeks, but now she said, You mustn't think that. It was they who made you — 'Oh, rubbish! Who's they? I'm at Central Committee. Youre Thought Police. We're they! That's just why… — Sandra Newman Copy Share Image
“Then I remember ice cream been a food I never taste. I wonder what my mama dream to name me for this food, as… — Sandra Newman Copy Share
“That sense of the world being the lack of something dogged him for years, and when it stopped dogging him, he felt unmoored. ” — Sandra Newman Copy Share
“He says nothing, vehemently. I falter away and we sit, mutually staring into the fouled water. ... With time to kill, I ponder dismally… — Sandra Newman Copy Share
“The dream was strongest of all when Kate's heart was broken. Then she fell asleep as if falling out of life, and the dream… — Sandra Newman Copy Share
“How it can be, that Ice Cream ain't existing anywhere. Will be no me to know I ain't there.” — Sandra Newman Copy Share
“Then my tears come blinding, and he lead me by the arm. I stumble in the elevator, thinking of that moon rain. Salt that… — Sandra Newman Copy Share
Giving a reader a sex scene that is only half right is like giving her half a kitten. It is not half as cute… — Sandra Newman Copy Share
Examining the actual contents of my crying, I found a quailing sludge emotion, with a foul insecticide taste. If it was a peanut, you… — Sandra Newman Copy Share
“You have to understand, it's how we are here. It's like we're all asleep. We grow up, we fall asleep, and then the horrors… — Sandra Newman Copy Share
“It was what Julia had been thinking for weeks, but now she said, You mustn't think that. It was they who made you —… — Sandra Newman Copy Share
“It was beautiful to be heartbroken, it was as pleasurable as a thing could be. But pointless.” — Sandra Newman Copy Share
“Then we all sat around; we were supposed to be awed. I was brattishly unawed.” — Sandra Newman Copy Share
You're getting like an attitude. What you get put through for just wanting something more out of life. Makes you vulnerable. Inside, that tug… — Sandra Newman Copy Share
