Helen Hudson Quotes

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They tended to regard his manuscripts as coupons to be redeemed for cash at will.

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Shoes sticking out like tongues beneath the long black robe.

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Ethel's husband stayed in his office or walked through the halls carrying his little black bag like a small sample cut from the shadow of death.

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Into the kitchen please. No arguments. Eat first, suffer later. The motto of our race.

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Some shrugged their shoulders as if to shake off whatever chips of responsibility might have lodged there.

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He hated himself for being bald and middle-aged in a culture that was all youth and hair.

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She could imagine his expression... anxiety and annoyance chasing each other like the hands of a clock around his wide, flat face.

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He was small and thin and resigned and had gone completely bald very young as though to get that over with as soon as possible.

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They treated their God like a desk clerk with whom they lodged requests and complaints.

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For me it's always midnight with the phone out of order and a murderer on the fire escape. What I suffer from nerves could be a technicolor spectacle.

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He had felt like a man rushing to catch a train he was anxious to miss.

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She crossed borders recklessly, refusing to recognize limits, saying 'bonjour and 'buon giorno' as though she owned both France and Italy and the day itself.... she was free to grasp it all: to bite into fruit that had ripened on other people's trees; to warm herself in the sun they had hung out and rip, with her headlights, their darkness.

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He was a short man, well below average, and he walked with his chin up, gazing about as though searching for his missing inches.

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But nerves! Be glad you have a nice little cirrhosis, Mrs. Munniman. Not like me with a husband silent as a stuffed sausage. I could drop dead asking him how many lumps in his tea.

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Marriage, to him, was an institution for producing children and eliminating small talk.

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My God, how fatuous they were, Father Cheney thought, and their indulgent father with the face like a buttered scone, dripping complacency, and their stubbornly blond mother who would price everything in the gift shop after dinner.

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Americans, MacIver thought. They turned out volumes by the dozens like doughnuts, big and soft and empty at the core.

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His heart was behaving in that strange way again, like a madly bouncing ball, beating the breath out of his body.

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He had, he told himself, better things to do than eat fish on Friday with Pike and his wife, a pale flat woman with a face like a fillet of flounder.

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Her dull mushroom eyes seemed to have grown smaller, as though they had been sautéed too long.

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