Private life Quote by Ian McEwan

“The pain broke through the skin, dismantled her pores, and ate away at everything that was once strong. She was laid bare with nothing…

— J. Autherine

“She had perfect skin, so free of blotches or wrinkles, her face so perfect and character-free she could have just popped out of the…

— Gillian Flynn

“I left the bed as she had left it, unmade and rumpled, coverlets awry, so that her body's print might rest still warm beside…

— Pierre Louÿs

“She wrote his name on a piece of paper and lit it with a match. The letters curled as they turned dark and misshapen…

— Eric Overby

“Her life was more like a series of tattered Post-it notes with hastily scribbled goals written in dull pencil. Some of them stuck. Lots…

— Tracy Brogan

“As though to fortify me she took the letter out and placed it on the table between us. Its pages were folded, yellowed like…

— Tan Twan Eng

“She often appeared at my chambers to talk over his lapses; for if, as she declared, she had washed her hands of him, she…

— Henry James

“She was spared the slow, steady droplets of blood that began to spatter the beds, drip, drip, drip, painting the white sheets in shocked…

— Chris Wooding

“She was more of a business partner to him than anything else. Some of her appreciated that. But rustling yet within her was another…

— Robert James Waller

“Behind the counter, I slouched on my stool in the sun and sucked up the summer as If I could hold every drop of…

— Maggie Stiefvater

“The maid found a handkerchief of hers, under the bed in which she had died. A ring that had been missing turned up in…

— Hilary Mantel

“The library at home when she was child had been her refuge. She gravitated to it. When she was anxious, just taking a book…

— M.J. Rose