Quotes from Melissa Bank

Well, for one thing, she said, her knowledge of punctuation begins and ends with her own beauty mark.

In the cab to the station, he told me that when he was growing up he'd see a look of pleasure cross his mother's face and ask what she was thinking; she'd say, I was just thinking of your father. "That's how I want us to be," Archie said. I smiled. "What?" I said, "I was just thinking of your father.

Good'? my aunt said. Children are good. Dogs are good. This is theater, Jane.

No one likes being talked to about their face.

I said, Is my father dying? He looked at me steadily. We're all dying, Jane.

I felt sure that everyone was looking at me and then realized that no one was, and I experienced the distinct shame of each.

Unfortunately, we all had to face that I was not the person they wanted me to be.

You're going to lose him, Jane, Faith said. I won't. Yes, Faith said. You will. Okay, but I'll lose him my way, I say.

They were a couple in a way that didn't exclude anyone but seemed superior to every other relationship in the room.

You don't need a reason to forgive," she says. "If you want to go on with someone, that is what you do.

Ce Français avec qui je sortais. - Je l'avais oublié, dit-elle. Comment il s'appelait, déjà ? - Enfoiré, dis-je. - Exact.

New York est la ville où l'on se sent chez soi quand on est de nulle part.

Until that moment, it hadn't occurred to me that my grades and test scores over the years were anything more than individual humiliations; I hadn't realized that one day all of them would add up and count against me.

I told her I didn't wear makeup. She said, "That's a mistake.

I'd already figured out that not understanding my failings was another one of my failings.

Up until that moment, I'd been at the earliest stage of love, when you feel it will turn you into the person you want to be. Now, his gentle voice and sage advice took me to a later stage: I felt I needed to pretend to be a better person than I was so he'd keep loving me. This was hard because it made me hate him.

Once when I visited her, she scuffed around the house in pink pile-lined slippers you'd wear only while waiting for the police to discover you many days dead.

I tried to avoid Mimi. Her presence seemed to call forth every rejection I'd ever experienced—the teachers who'd looked at me as though I held no promise, the boys who didn't like me back. Around her, I became fourteen again.

You have to shrink yourself to fit into this little life with him.

You can feel like he wants to own you, -not like an object but like a good dream he wants to keep having.

Basically, all anyone has to do is ask me for fun details or tell me to be creative, and my mind turns to mud. I am instantly the most boring person you've ever met.

You can feel that he wants to own you - not like an object but like a good dream he wants to keep having. He lets you know that you already own him.

You don't need a reason to forgive... If you want to go on with someone, that is what you do.

It might sound ordinary for a woman to find out her husband's cheating on her, but not if you're the woman and it's your husband.