The Fury

by Alex Michaelides

We are all the unreliable narrators of our own lives.

The real tragedy is, of course, by always looking outward, by focusing so intently on the other person’s experience, we lose touch with our own.

Love, it seems, is deaf as well as blind.

“Our motivation is to remove pain.” There you have it. So simple, yet so profound.

In real life, things don’t work out quite as you planned.

“Listen to me. Love is mutual respect, and constancy—and friendship.

deep affection and mutual respect. That’s what lasts. That’s love.

“He meant our true self only appears when there is no one to perform to—no audience, no applause. No expectation to be met. Playing serves no practical purpose, I suppose, and requires no reward. It is its own reward.”