Ways to Disappear Quotes

“To have made a coat of words and cloaked yourself in it.”
― Idra Novey, Ways to Disappear

“Desire, Beatriz had written, was what a man will deny himself until he can't.”
― Idra Novey, Ways to Disappear

“To have stayed awake for two nights watching your grown child sleep, a child who you'd forced too early to be an adult and who'd grown thick from it the way a vine will.”
― idra novey, Ways to Disappear

“The world made no exception for lovers.”
― Idra Novey, Ways to Disappear

“In a crumbling park in the crumbling back end of Copacabana, a woman stopped under an almond tree with a suitcase and a cigar. She”
― Idra Novey, Ways to Disappear

“Un uomo capace di fare silenzio, è un uomo capace di iniziare.”
― Idra Novey, Ways to Disappear

“E se le sue dita avessero fallito il compito, se i suoi pensieri si fossero rivelati indegni di essere scritti, chi l’avrebbe saputo? Era sola con tutte le ore della sua vita.”
― Idra Novey, Ways to Disappear

“To see enough through the fractured glass in your lens to know even in her sleep she is uneasy with you now, abhors the heavy coat you found on a bench which is hideous but you can't let go of it for its pockets.”
― Idra Novey, Ways to Disappear

“Sex just once in his mother’s sweltering apartment and that would be it. When they opened the door, however, the apartment wasn’t sweltering at all. It was cool, the air-conditioning humming in every room, though Emma was certain she had turned it off before leaving for Ilha Grande. Raquel must have come by and forgotten to turn it off, Marcus said. Come here. He pulled at her hips until she tilted toward him. If they’d been standing anywhere but in front of her author’s bookshelves, the titles she’d run her fingers over for years like sacred scrolls, Emma was sure she would have had more restraint, would not be lifting her own dress this way over her head. When Marcus slid her polka-dot underwear down over her knees, she murmured something about thinking about this a little more. But she didn’t want to think. She wanted to fling her underwear down the hall with her toe. So she did, and the motion was divine. Now there was nothing in the way.”
― Idra Novey, Ways to Disappear

“To kiss her author’s son just once, atop a pile of emergency rafts, didn’t have to mean anything. Unless she did it again. And then again in the last row of the bus back to Rio. And in the taxi from the bus terminal, in the brief darkness of the tunnel into Copacabana. This will have to stop, she said. As for Marcus, he left his hand where it was, between her legs.”
― Idra Novey, Ways to Disappear