David Jay

“There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“I wasn't really eight anymore. The day you know danger and fear, and know that you are alone, is the day you grow, if not up, then old.”
― Claudia Shear, Blown Sideways Through Life: A Hilarious Tour de Resume

“I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“She saw herself riding in the passenger seat, Sam behind the wheel. Like two of those little peg people in a toy car. Husband peg, wife peg, side by side. Facing the road and not looking at each other; for why would they need to, really, having gone beyond the visible surface long ago. No hope of admiring gazes anymore, no chance of unremitting adoration. Nothing left to show but their plain, true, homely, interior selves, which were actually much richer anyhow.”
― Anne Tyler, Ladder Of Years