Lisey's Story: A Novel

You’re good for the ones you love. You want to be good for the ones you love, because you know that your time with them will end up being too short, no matter how long it is.

He is a monster, but the monster is not incapable of love.

those bad times have yielded their own perverse treasures; they have turned each kiss to gold, each of his compliments, even the most offhand, into things to be treasured.

mirrors weren't reflective surfaces but leaks, portholes to another dimension

In the always perfect, never-ending moment of now

Every long marriage has two hearts, one light and one dark. Here again is the dark heart of theirs.

When the driver opened the door she remembered feeling that she could reach out her hands, twist them, and wring water right out of the air.

And the treasure was never the money you got for the book; the treasure was the book.

My darling Charles, I cannot let another moment pass, without asking you to come over here and kiss my fuckin ass."

she was struck by the old sick wanting of him, that empty place that could now never be filled. That needing-place.