Quotes from Liane Moriarty

As she towels herself dry, the smell of scrambled eggs and coffee is drifting up the stairs and she wonders if there is something profoundly superficial about a person who can take so much pleasure in the thought of eating breakfast, even when her heart is split right in two.

That doesn't sound like a school trivia night," said Mrs. Patty Ponder to Marie Antoinette. "That sounds like a riot." The cat didn't respond. She was dozing on the couch and found school trivia nights to be trivial.

I will leave you if you ever do that again," she said after the first time, and she was deadly serious, my God she was serious. She knew exactly how she was meant to behave in a situation like this. The boys were only eight months old. Perry cried. She cried. He promised. He swore on his children's lives. He was heartbroken. He bought her the first piece of jewelry she would never wear. A week after the twins had their second birthday, it happened again. Worse than the first time.

Average wasn't good enough. Average was too big. Everyone knew that. There was an obesity crisis in this country! She didn't want to fat-shame other people, but she certainly wanted to fat-shame herself because she deserved to be shamed.

She was all-powerful when she knew without doubt that she was in the right. But how often did you know for sure that you were right? Hardly ever.

He used her name as often as a desperate real estate agent.

Sharing is caring!" "You

It was so strange to be in a state of intense conflict with a person she barely knew.

the screen. "Let me leave you with these words: 'Ardently do today what must be done. Who knows? Tomorrow death comes.' The Buddha." She

In this Act, "stalking" includes the following of a person about or the watching or frequenting of the vicinity of, or an approach to, a person's place of residence, business or work or any place that a person frequents for the purposes of any social or leisure activity. —Section 8 of the Crimes (Domestic and Personal Violence) Act S

Jewelry and clothes for Isabel and Polly. A piece of the Berlin Wall for Esther.

When they were in second class, Sister Joyce Mary chalked a picture of the three-leafed shamrock on the blackboard to illustrate how "the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost were three persons but one God." Gemma's hand shot into the air. "Like triplets! Like us!" The nun winced. "I'm afraid the Kettle girls are not like the Holy Trinity!" "Yes, but I think we are, Sister," said Gemma kindly.

Oh, yes, her husband was hopeless, and lost things and ran late, but he took care of his wife and daughters, in that old-fashioned, responsible, I-am-the-man-and-this-is-my-job way. Bridget was right: Cecilia ruled her world, but she'd always known that if there was a crisis—a crazed gunman, a flood, a fire—John-Paul would be the one to save their lives.

So why didn't you put up with it before? Why didn't you turn yourself in before I even knew you?

dodgy knee of mine.

She was generally slightly resentful of people who made it obvious they didn't care less whether you liked them or not, because she herself was conscious of an unattractive need to please.

She'd learned that with her daughters. Don't say a word. Don't ask a question. Give them enough time and they'll finally tell you what's on their minds. It was like fishing. It took silence and patience. (Or so she'd heard.

You don't want lottery wins for your enemies, but you don't want tragedies for them either. Then they got the upper hand.

chatting about character development over Chardonnay.

So at school events you've got a plumber, a banker and a crystal healer standing around trying to make conversation.

He lived in the moment, as you were meant to do. He practised mindfulness. No yesterday. No tomorrow. Just now.

As her mum always says, one of the advantages of being an only child is that you have no trouble amusing yourself.

occurred to her that there were so many levels of evil in the world. Small evils like her own malicious words. Like not inviting a child to a party. Bigger evils like walking out on your wife and newborn baby or sleeping with your child's nanny. And then there was the sort of evil of which Madeline had no experience: cruelty in hotel rooms and violence in suburban homes and little girls being sold like merchandise, shattering innocent hearts. "I

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.