On Beauty

Most of the cruelty in the world is just misplaced energy.

It’s Nick who knows that ‘time is how you spend your love’, and that’s why this book is dedicated to him, as is my life.

the meantime, waiting like this, waiting to be come upon by real people, she felt herself to be light, existentially light, and nervously rumbled through possible topics of conversation, a ragbag of weighty ideas she carried around in her brain to lend herself the appearance of substance

You don’t have favourites among your children, but you do have allies.

His well-madeness as a human being made her feel her own bad design

I’m so full of liberal crap

We refuse to be each other.
H. J. Blackham