Tell me.

Sometimes,” the doctor said, “a patient wants to know what something’s about in order to gain mastery over it with words . . . without actually living through the painful feelings that meaning involves . . . She may be terribly eager to learn some why but also quite frightened to know. It makes sense if you realize that virtually every aspect of life that’s been buried has been buried for what the self considered to be an excellent reason. In other words, she’s trying very hard to find out something she already knows but wishes she didn’t.

If I wanted to help you,” the doctor asked, “how would I do it?

By helping me get rid of the baby in me,” Dawn said promptly.

A premature response can oftens erve to cut off the patient’s own response to what she is saying. Leave time for the patient to hear her own words.

Never mind the crucial denial at the bottom of it all; denial was easier to live with than assertion.

On the other hand, she could now see the extent to which her own anticipation of disaster, not only with Polly but with Tom Grace, had been based on her first terrible losses.

His failure of understanding had made him a stranger to her.

Someone who leaves you when your love is very intense keeps a kind of edge in your imagination that someone you’ve emotionally finished with loses. It takes a long time for your mind to stop running over the possibilities.

You’re talking about your own feelings, actually.

The past is interesting,” the doctor said as Dawn picked up her sat8chel and headed for the door. “Unfortunately it can’t be useful until its place in the present is found.

When you see what you’re doing that clearly, you have to cut it out even if you’re not ready to cut it out.


Are you sure you can stop just because you think you’re ready?

At least Lulu might be able to get some some sense, by seeing where her friend evaded straight answers, of Bonnie’s opinion of the possibilities.

Why should he have noticed that they weren’t interesting? How could he have understood that the energy and wit he’d invested in them had made them more than they were?

… who can call you on your own dazzling shit.

Prediction is a dangerous business.