Quotes from Liane Moriarty

No fights. Life would be calm and uncomplicated.

Cecilia sipped her tea and imagined herself going back through time and putting that Khrushchev in his place.

care that he didn't care? When he was a kid all he'd wanted to do was beat his older brother, in anything and

Falling in love was easy. Anyone could fall. It was holding on that was tricky. She

I don't know why I stay. I don't know why I deserve this. I don't know why you do this, why we do this, why this keeps happening.

No, Mr. Khrushchev, you may not have a wall. It will not prove that communism works. It will not work out well at all.

The children had their weekly school assembly in the same room. Each Friday morning, Mrs. Ponder set herself up in the sewing room with a cup of English Breakfast and a ginger-nut biscuit. The sound of the children singing floating down from the second floor of the building always made her weep. She'd never believed in God, except when she heard children singing.

Her sister, who was both wealthy and generous—a most excellent combination—

That would be the worst. To be ignored. To not be seen.

This is what it feels like. You don't change. There is no special protection when you cross that invisible line from your ordinary life to that parallel world where tragedies happen. It happens just like this. You don't become someone else. You're still exactly the same. Everything around you still smells and looks and feels exactly the same.

I don't think it works like that," said Joy. "It starts out small. You put up with little things in a relationship and then … the little things gradually get bigger.

But I was going to see a psychiatrist. I was going to tell him. I just never got around to it, and then I just kept thinking I could fix it myself.

Sometimes it felt like Zoe was just waiting out her life now, enduring it, ticking off events and days and months and years, as if she just had to get herself through something unspecified and then things would be better, except she never got through it and it never got better and she would never forgive him. His death was the ultimate 'fuck you'.

It was strange how something could appear so attractive and then, the very moment you committed to it, become wildly unattractive.

She used to think that success was like gold, worth sifting through mud for, and that love would always be there, waiting somehow on the riverbanks for her when she was done panning. She couldn't imagine now why she thought that, given her background. She ought to have recognized love's scarcity early on. If success were gold, lying in rivers, love was a diamond, buried hundreds of feet beneath the surface of the earth and unrecognizable in its natural form.

This was just a glitch in an otherwise perfect relationship. Every relationship had its glitches. Its ups, its downs.

My mother was a drunk. That's all I have to say about her." "Mother issues," said Felicity, when Tess repeated this conversation. "Run a mile.

She combines them all into one giant sumo wrestler of humanity and punches him again and again in his big flabby stomach.

Change your own tyre, ya big fucken' pussy!' Then he'd closed the window, grinned sheepishly, and said, 'Don't tell your mother.

Looking after the baby is like taking some sort of terrifying, never-ending practical exam.

Damn that Berlin Wall, and that Cold War, and whoever it was who sat there back in nineteen forty-whenever-it-was, mulling over the problem of what to do with those ungrateful Germans; the guy who suddenly clicked his fingers and said, "Got it, by Jove! We'll build a great big bloody wall and keep the buggers in!

He remembered a different body. A different time. The almighty roar of an ecstatic crowd. The way the sound used to vibrate in his chest. Once there had been no barrier at all between his mind and his body. He thought "run" and he ran. He thought "jump" and he jumped.

There were worse things to be than sexist. For example, you could be the sort of person who pinched your fingers together while using the word "teeny-weeny.

never understood what that plate represented: Disrespect. Disregard. Contempt.