"The mystery of death, the riddle of how you could speak to someone and see them every day and then never again, was so impossible to fathom that of course we kept trying to figure it out, even when we were unconscious."
— Francine Prose (Goldengrove: A Novel)

"We don't know what we'd do. Nobody knows what accident of fate or DNA character will determine how we act when the shit hits the fan."
— Francine Prose (Guided Tours of Hell: Novellas)

"Like, for example, sleeve length. Should he hide the tattoos? Or just wear a T-shirt and let "them" do the talking? If one picture's worth a thousand words, that's the first two thousand right there, two thousand minus the hi howareya nicetameetcha. "
— Francine Prose

"I'm out of the equation, an innocent bystander at the major love affair Joan is having with Joan"
— Francine Prose (Touch)