Jennifer Haigh Quotes

The story of my family. . .changes with the teller.

I open my heart to her and lay it on the table.

I wanted only a familiar voice, someone who knew me. Not some earlier, larval version of myself. . .

Destiny, she’d learned, was written in the heavens; a person couldn’t take what the universe didn’t wish to give.

It was a lesson most people learned much earlier; that even friendship could have an undisclosed shelf life. That loyalty and affection, so consuming and powerful, could dissipate like fog.

But his singing was unconscious and irrepressible - an expression of his native exuberance, the dreamy, buoyant soundtrack running through his head.