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Nelson '...I get none of the things a man's supposed to get from a wife.'
John Updike
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You can't say anything honest to women, they have minds like the FBI.
John Updike
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I would especially like to recourt the Muse of poetry, who ran off with the mailman four years ago, and drops me only a scribbled postcard from time to time.
John Updike
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No matter how hard you climb, there are always the rich above you, who got there without effort. Lucky stiffs, holding you down, making you discontent so you buy more of the crap advertised on television.
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Dr Breit 'It's irrational, but so's the human species.'
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She closes her eyes and wordlessly thinks of all the misery sex has caused the world...
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When Rabbit first began to drive the road was full of old fogeys going too slow and now it seems nothing but kids in a hell of a hurry, pushing. Let 'em by, is his motto. Maybe they'll kill themselves on a telephone pole in the next mile. He hopes so.
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coming away from the doctor's after a check-up Get interested is the advice, but in truth you are interested in less and less. It's Nature's way.
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Janice Looking back from this distance, she can't think any more that Harry was all to blame for their early troubles, he had just been trying life on too: life and sex and making babies and finding out who you are.
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His wife is, it occurs to Harry, a channel that can't be switched. The same slightly too-high forehead, the same dumb stubborn slot of a mouth, day after day, same time, same station.
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Like Ronnie said, we're alone. All we have is family, for what it's worth.
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Mim has hung up. She has a life to get on with.
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At news that Nelson got himself a counsellor Harry feels a jealous, resentful pang. His boy is being taken over. His fatherhood hasn't been good enough. They're calling in the professionals.
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re the human heart That little electric twitch: without it we're so much rotting meat.
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Vagueness and procrastination are ever a comfort to the frail in spirit.
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This is the last night when he is nowhere. Tomorrow, life will find him again.
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It was one of history’s great love stories, the mutually profitable romance which Hollywood and bohunk America conducted almost in the dark, a tapping of fervent messages through the wall of the San Gabriel Range.
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Life is noise.
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The first breath of adultery is the freest; after it, constraints aping marriage develop.
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There's more to being a human being than having your own way.
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Something about being helpless in bed, people hit you up for sympathy. They've got you where they want you.
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Suspect each moment, for it is a thief, tiptoeing away with more than it brings.
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'You are cynical.'
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A grandchild barely able to remember Harry's own mother But can Ma be no more than that in this child's memory? Do we dwindle so fast to next to nothing?
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