That renunciation of human closeness, of our deepest instincts: is it, in the end, simply too much to ask? Good men-sound, healthy men-can't make the sacrifice, or don't want to; has Holy Mother settled for the unsound and unhealthy? Has… — 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 shrunken like a dog in the bath. Behind the house, the crew left a single patch of grass, twenty foot square. Beyond lies a vast expanse of bare earth, dry and cocoa-colored, enclosed with chain-link fence.… — Jennifer Haigh Copy Share
I wanted only a familiar voice, someone who knew me. Not some earlier, larval version of myself. . . — Jennifer Haigh Copy Share Image
