25 Quotes by Monica Wood

I’m forty-two,” he said. “That’s eighty-four in musician years.

But certain others, they move in and make themselves at home and start flapping their arms in the story you make of your life. They have a wingspan.

She died that evening and left me, in Louise fashion, sitting in ten kinds of dark.

He’d read obsessively-... -picking up linguistic baubles like a crow mining a roadside.

When he sauntered into the house and took a brownie without asking, she realized how long it had been since someone paid her the compliment of presumption.

Your sister strikes me as the type of driver who raises the rates for everybody else.” “Good.

It does take time. From the day I laid eyes on her, I wished Miss Louise Grady could just once look at me and see me. For years I kept that twinkling chance like a jewel in a box. That’s what unrequited means.

Certain things, examined in the frozen light of retrospect, were simply unforgivable. He.

Because the story of your life never starts at the beginning.