“...but now, driving past the billboard I realized that losing everything is death. A death that I crave and I don't want anyone to save me” — Kate Bolick Copy Share Image
“Each of us is a museum that opens for business the moment we’re born, with memory the sole curator.” — Kate Bolick Copy Share Image
“But the knowing was visceral: if I became a mother, I’d lose myself.” — Kate Bolick Copy Share Image
“...but now, driving past the billboard I realized that losing everything is death. A death that I crave and I don't want anyone to… — Kate Bolick Copy Share Image
“Our conversations had a limitless quality that I loved. It was a relief to embark on a simple friendship with a man, free to… — Kate Bolick Copy Share Image
“Isn't that how falling in love so often works? Some stranger appears out of nowhere and becomes a fixed star in your universe.” — Kate Bolick Copy Share Image
“One of the more unpleasant aspects of living in New York City is how daily proximity to wealth and glamour can instill a desire… — Kate Bolick Copy Share Image
“When you find yourself at yet another crossroads, sorting out your best next step, it’s as useful to know what you don’t want as… — Kate Bolick Copy Share Image
“Married women, especially those with children, tended to assume a superior stance, as if their insights into people and relationships came preapproved, even though… — Kate Bolick Copy Share Image
“I was most alive when alone, negotiating odd encounters on the subway, surging along the sidewalk with a million faceless others. It was an… — Kate Bolick Copy Share Image
“I said to myself, the only place this horrific jealousy exists is inside of you. If you stop feeling it, it will disappear.” — Kate Bolick Copy Share Image
“Each of us is a museum that opens for business the moment we’re born, with memory the sole curator.” — Kate Bolick Copy Share Image
