Quotes from Liane Moriarty

Oh, that did me good! Laughter is wonderful for the digestion.

No one warned you that having children reduced you right down to some smaller, rudimentary, primitive version of yourself, where your talents

Maybe if she hadn't grown up with a big brother, if she hadn't grown up with that tough Aussie tomboy mentality: if a boy hits you, you hit him right back! Perhaps if she'd wept softly and prettily the first time that Perry hit her, then maybe it wouldn't keep happening.

truth be told, if she ever had time to think about it, she wasn't sure if she was even that enthusiastic a fan of God anymore. He seemed to have dropped the ball a long time ago. If God had a supervisor, she would have sent off one of her famous letters of complaint a long time ago. "You have lost me as a customer.

You can think something is one way all your life, and it turns out you're wrong, it can be something else entirely.

Sometimes she exhausted herself.

They used to be particularly hideous if they'd recently won a literary prize. Their dialogue was so powerful and impenetrable it didn't require punctuation! So naturally they didn't require permission to slip-slide their hairy hands over the body of a young writer of genre fiction. In their minds, Frances virtually owed them sex in return for her unseemly mass-market sales of "airport trash.

For someone who didn't want children, Erika had a wealth of parenting expertise she felt obliged to share. You

The time will come, my darling, we'll get frail and sick and stubborn and your stomach will twist with love and terror each time we call, but plenty of time, don't get ahead of yourself, we're not there yet.

Things aren't that simple," said Tiffany. "They are if we want them to be," said Vid. He swept up the final shards of glass and stood. "You're getting yourself all worked up over nothing. You're finding catastrophes.

Clementine winced. "I'm sorry, yes, I know, I've been meaning to give you a call, it's just…" "It's just that you don't really want to have any contact with us because you don't want to think about that day and because you didn't really know us that well in the first place," said Tiffany. She was sick of the bullshit. "I get it. I do get it." Clementine flinched.

Those we love don't go away, they sit beside us every day. (plaque dedication on a park bench)

Nobody had warned her that this would happen during middle age: these sudden, wildly inappropriate waves of desire for young men, with no biological imperative whatsoever.

because she was a woman, and women know that babies and husbands and sick parents can derail your dreams, at any moment they can drag you from your bed, they can forestall your career, they can lift you from your prized seat at Wimbledon from a match later described as 'epic'. She thought she'd need to call an ambulance or take him to a hospital. She was thinking about travel insurance and telling the children, and how would they transport his body home?

He was so tall the dressing gown was more like a miniskirt, revealing knobbly knees and very white, very hairy legs. They were the sort of male legs that made you feel uncomfortable, as if you were looking at a private part of the body.

It was like someone had cheerfully suggested she run a marathon when she'd just dragged herself out of bed after suffering from the flu.

They needed to stay secret to keep their power.

apart. It was why, if you valued your marriage, you kept a barricade around yourself and your feelings and your thoughts. You didn't let your eyes linger. You didn't stay for the second drink. You kept the flirting safe. You just didn't go there. At some point, Will made a choice to look at Felicity with the eyes of a single man. That was the moment he betrayed Tess.

Accept nothing. Believe nothing. Check everything,

Every conversation with her mother was fraught with danger. It was as if they were former players from competing teams who shared a long and violent history.

long time for her to reinstall her personality after he'd systematically taken it apart, making her doubt her every thought.

Lars swirled the tasting glass... an instant memory of an autumnal day... It felt like a childhood memory, but probably wasn't. More likely a memory he'd borrowed from a book or movie.

I know I've been laughing and making jokes and whatever, so you probably think I'm a heartless bitch, but it's like a defense mechanism or something.

Everything felt too hard,' John-Paul had said. 'Going to sleep forever just seemed like an easier option.