The Year We Left Home Quotes

“She'd permed her hair to within an inch of its life. When she moved her head, the mass of hair followed along behind her a split second later."

Perhaps you had to live through the late 70's, early 80's to appreciate this.”
― Jean Thompson, The Year We Left Home

“After all, your head only had so much room in it. No surprise if it overflowed once in a while with little bits of sparkle and electrical fizz.”
― Jean Thompson, The Year We Left Home

“The danger of sending your children to college was that they would be contaminated by subversive forces, bad influences and bawdy women."

Rolled with laughter. Parent's fear, college student's desire.”
― Jean Thompson, The Year We Left Home

“You didn't give up wanting things because your life had put them out of reach.”
― Jean Thompson, The Year We Left Home

“it frightened him to think he might come to know all the things he didn’t know and then there would be no place in the world where he would feel at ease, no place he would not judge or measure, no place that would be his true home,”
― Jean Thompson, The Year We Left Home

“Once she’d gone, nobody spoke, except for his father who asked what was on next. Blake said it was Newhart.”
― Jean Thompson, The Year We Left Home

“Incongruous shiny new video-game parlor.”
― Jean Thompson, The Year We Left Home

“Sometimes she thought she was mostly a collection of minor talents.”
― Jean Thompson, The Year We Left Home

“Ryan and his father obediently headed off. At the bathroom door his father said, “Well, if finicky eaters make poor lovers, I don’t know what you got here.”
― Jean Thompson, The Year We Left Home

“You know, your family’s exactly like I imagined them. Exactly like you.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You’re like the blackbirds. The blondbirds.” “Very funny.” “They’re very nice. You always talk like they’re Norwegian hillbillies or something.”
― Jean Thompson, The Year We Left Home

“He hoped she would not provide his family with any of her poems, which tended to use words like nipple.”
― Jean Thompson, The Year We Left Home