"I love my kids. My husband too..."

"When he asks the question... its like he's speaking an ancient, forgotten language."

"I don't want to be asked either question, the conversation must be kept moving, hopping across the surface of our lives like a smooth flat stone."

"I am feeling it, the rush of blood, the sensation of, yes, swooning. It comes in waves. Does it show?"

"We had no room for it. Nor, for that matter, a great deal of passion."

"The stomache, too, longs for more than simply to be filled. A bad meal can be worse than no meal at all."

"...we stand just close... to feel that fluttering hollowness, like hunger"

"All i have to do is rock on my heels, rock a shade too far and we will all fall down. Two husbands, two wives and all the little loved ones."