Glenna

“Even in a marriage as truncated as her own—nine years, more or less—most of it is the mundane middle part. That was the part Peter couldn’t bear. That was the part Rebecca had liked most.”
― Anna Quindlen, Still Life with Bread Crumbs

“Once again she had the odd sense that she had been missing something, seeing the world flat when everything was rounded.”
― Anna Quindlen, Still Life with Bread Crumbs

“It’s a funny thing, hope. It’s not like love, or fear, or hate. It’s a feeling you don’t really know you had until it’s gone. Three”
― Anna Quindlen, Still Life with Bread Crumbs

“Oh, the loneliness, the loneliness. It lived inside her now like an illness, like a flu that could be ignored and then would suddenly overtake and overwhelm her.”
― Anna Quindlen, Still Life with Bread Crumbs