Play It As It Lays: A Novel (FSG Classics)

by Joan Didion

The Italian seemed to find a great deal of purpose in her life, seemed to make decisions and stick by them,

“Why do you say those things. Why do you fight.” He would sit on the bed and put his head in his hands. “To find out if you’re alive.”

“You’re still playing.” BZ did not take his eyes from hers. “Some day you’ll wake up and you just won’t feel like playing any more.”