Here One Moment

by Liane Moriarty

Wolf-whistling is no longer acceptable, and I think it may also be unacceptable to admit you once liked it, presumably because it belongs to the same category of behavior as the common, cheerful exhortation from a building site, “Show us your tits!” which nobody likes. Or perhaps some people do, I don’t know. Each to their own.

Things that happen on the internet never happen in real life.

“They’re like babes in the wood, those two.” “I know,” said Dom’s dad sadly. “They don’t know what they don’t know.”

Nothing dazzles like the first time.

He watches the video and she watches his face, and then she thinks to herself, Oh, Eve, you stupid, stupid girl.

However, I am distressed by the imprecise nature of current events because all relevant information is not available, and is possibly never available, and it does matter.

She rarely gets embarrassed, which makes him envious. He’s been in a permanent state of embarrassment since he was five.

It’s healthy to be reminded of your insignificance.

They don’t yet know that the possibility of death is always there, sitting right alongside you.

my days, although very pleasant, were mostly the same and even those of us who love and need routine sometimes long to break it.

back then my body was me, and his body was him, and if our bodies loved each other, that was enough.

A dying person can take pride in her thinness, point at her hipbones, and say, “Look how skinny I am!” as if it’s a nice bonus, and you can’t shout, “You’re skinny because you’re DYING, you silly woman!”