Quotes from Liane Moriarty

No regrets. That was another of his trading rules. Never waste time thinking about what could have been.

The world had begun to move faster and faster over the last decade. People spoke faster, drove faster, walked faster. Everyone was in a rush. Everyone was busy. Everyone demanded their gratification instantly.

It was as though he had an amazing skill, like playing a complicated musical instrument, that Alice could never hope to master.

Full-time work caused a kind of claustrophobic terror to build and build within her chest until one day there was a humiliating emotional spillage that resulted in her termination or resignation

Then how is it that not a single one of you can maintain a long-term relationship? Did your father and I not set a good example to you? Of a good marriage?' Her children all dropped their heads as if she'd called for volunteers for an unpleasant task. 'So your dad and I weren't

when she was in the bath (not too hot—so many rules).

But each time she didn't leave, she gave him tacit permission to do it again. She knew this. She was an educated woman with choices, places to go,

I hate you all. For no particular reason. I guess it's for the sympathy, the pity and understanding, but most of all, for the hope.

On the surface they seemed loving and cheerful but she could sense dysfunction bubbling ominously beneath their sporty, matter-of-fact demeanours.

The sort of girl who merrily stirred up trouble for you and you still loved her.

Amy once told Joy that she had no idea how lonely it felt to be single. Joy had wanted to tell her that you could still be lonely when you were married, that there had been times when she had woken up day after day crushed with loneliness, and still made breakfast for four children.

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She has become so irritatingly optimistic ever since she took up salsa dancing.

I like worrying. I come from a long line of worriers. It's in my blood.

Doing this always calmed her. It was like imagining the protective walls of an impenetrable fortress. She

She'd been so cozy in the cocoon of their relationship. She assumed she got to stay there forever.

I must eat," said Amy. "Brooke, go tell Mum we have to eat something now because you're getting a migraine." "You tell her you have to eat because you're having a panic attack," retorted Brooke. "Tell her Logan is hungry," said Troy. "She won't want Logan to be hungry." "I told her I was hungry an hour ago," said Logan.

Now we're not talking. I haven't seen him since. But I know when he comes back, we won't talk. Or if we do, we'll talk very, very politely and coldly--which is the same as not talking.

Each obligation on its own seemed laughably easy. It was the sheer volume that threatened to bury her.

There just wasn't enough time in 2008. It had become a limited resource. Back in 1998, the days were so much more spacious. When she woke up in the morning, the day rolled out in front of her like a long hallway for her to meander down, free to linger over the best parts. Days were so stingy now. Mean slivers of time. They flew by like speeding cars. Whoosh!

She always forgot how pain was so upsetting. Cruel. It hurt your feelings. You just wanted it to stop, please, right now. Epidurals were the way to go. One epidural for my headache, please. Thank you.

Her mother could always charm her, even at the worst times. Just when Erika thought she was done, that was it, she could take no more, her mother charmed her back into loving her. Her

He was all smug about how he'd negotiated flexible hours so he could continue being a hands-on dad, the dad his own father never got to be, and didn't he just lap up all the praise he got for being such an involved father, and laugh sympathetically, but enjoyably, over the fact that Clementine never got any praise for being an involved mother?

I don't know how she feels about me, but I sort of like her. I mean, I'm sickened by her existence obviously, but I find her strangely compelling.