Quotes from Liane Moriarty

She enjoys thinking deliciously shocking thoughts from time to time.

You put up with little things in a relationship and then … the little things gradually get bigger.

It was the lesser of two evils.

Move it along, mate. A fast funeral is a good funeral. Ron is not completely sure what the word 'misogynist' means. He keeps forgetting to look it up in the dictionary because he doesn't have a dictionary.

looked back tenderly and condescendingly at herself a year ago: all that unnecessary drama! There was enough love to go around for everyone.

And on she went about the room, serving food and compliments, fixing every guest with that strange piercing gaze of hers, so that by the time she finished and was ready to do her demonstration, everyone obediently swung their knees in her direction, their faces attentive, ready to be sold Tupperware, as if a firm but fair teacher had taken control of a rowdy classroom.

It was all because of the Berlin Wall. If it weren't for the Berlin War, Cecilia would have never found the letter, and then she wouldn't be sitting here, at the kitchen table, willing herself not to rip it open.

Hindsight,' said her father. 'It's always just a fraction too late.

Ed was meant to be on kid duty while she hosted the book club. He'd read the book, but he didn't want to join the club. He said the idea of book clubs brought back horrible memories of pretentious classmates in English Lit. 'If anyone uses the phrases "marvelous imagery" or "narrative arc", slap them for me,' he'd said.

just irrelevant background noise to him? Or did he not care enough even to wonder?

It was like I woke up when he was born. It was like he had nothing to do with that night.

She reminds herself that everyone has thoughts they wouldn't care to share with the world. Many people have quite perverse thoughts about doing things with animals or fruit, or being spanked by nurses. The difference, of course, is that their thoughts are securely locked away behind bland faces, whereas Sophie's are always in danger of being revealed to all in a sudden flood of colour.

that we are is a result of what we have thought. If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows him. If a man speaks or acts with a pure thought, happiness follows him, like a shadow that never leaves him.

They were real, there was real pain in the world, right this very moment people were suffering unimaginable atrocities and you couldn't close your heart completely, but you couldn't leave it wide open either, because otherwise how could you possibly live your life, when through pure, random luck you got to live in paradise? You had to register the existence of evil, do the little that you could, and then close your mind and think about new shoes.

He didn't say he forgave her, but she took it as forgiveness. A younger couple might have spent months in counseling talking it through, but she knew they were done with it. Move on. Once you've hit a ball there's no point watching to see where it's going. You can't change its flight path now. You have to think about your next move. Not what you should have done. What you do now. She had betrayed him. He chose to still love her. There was nothing more to say.

Besides which, she was feeling much better–and she didn't have postnatal depression–she'd always been a grumpy, bitchy type of person. That was just her.

Jatuh cinta itu mudah. Semua orang bisa jatuh cinta. Yang sulit adalah bertahan.

She'd always known she was a bit unnatural. Now it was proven. Her emotional responses were somehow never quite right. When she met Callum she thought he'd saved her, but obviously it was only temporary.

A vision of Perry hitting her would flash into her head, and it would seem impossible, fantastical, absurd - even if it had happened the night before - and along with the disbelief would come shame, because she knew it must somehow be her fault, because this was a good, loving famil and she was the outsider....

Domestic violence victims often don't look at all like you'd expect them to look," said Susi. "And their stories don't always sound as black-and-white as you'd expect them to sound.

Her husband was a patient man, but she had noticed a glazed look on his face as she'd talked, admittedly for quite a long time,

obliquely and delicately,

Time went by so fast these days. There was some sort of malfunction going on with how fast the earth was spinning. Decades went by as quick as years once did.

The awkwardness over the letter was just because of the innate awkwardness of all long-distance phone calls. They were unnatural. You were on opposite sides of the world, at opposite ends of the day, so you couldn't quite synchronize your voices: one person too upbeat, the other too mellow. Opening the letter would not result in