Three Women: THE #1 SUNDAY TIMES BESTSELLER

What the fuck do you know about young women, Maggie thinks. We don’t remember what we want to remember. We remember what we can’t forget.

There should be a stronger word than regret.

Men can frighten us, other women can frighten us, and sometimes we worry so much about what frightens us that we wait to have an orgasm until we are alone. We pretend to want things we don’t want so nobody can see us not getting what we need.

Right in the middle of fucking, she de-suctions her parts from the other body and flops away into the chalk outline of her own shadow.

evanescence.

The problem, she’s starting to understand, is that a man will never let you fall completely into hell. He will scoop you up right before you drop the final inch so that you cannot blame him for sending you there. He keeps you in a dinerlike purgatory instead, waiting and hoping and taking orders. He

This is an outlandish notion only if you don’t know how a person can destroy you by the simple act of disappearing.

doggedness

some women, like her mother and her sisters, truly care for another woman only when that woman is in pain, especially in a kind of pain that they have already felt, and then overcome.