Only a man could come up with something so ruthless, so essentially stupid and yet brutally effective.

— Liane Moriarty

People can do what they like in the privacy of their own homes.

— Liane Moriarty

Polly had arrived in the world outraged to discover that her sisters had gotten there before her.

— Liane Moriarty

She felt detached from all aspects of her life. She had no time anymore to feel. All that time she used to waste feeling, and analyzing her feelings, as if they were a matter of national significance.

— Liane Moriarty

She felt hot liquid anger suddenly cool and harden into something powerful and immovable.

— Liane Moriarty

She meant that they'd never used words like "separation" and "divorce" even in their worst screaming matches. They yelled things like, "You're infuriating!" "You don't think!" "You are the most annoying woman in the history of annoying women!" "I hate you!" "I hate you more!" and they always, always used the word "always," even though Clementine's mother had said you should never use that word in an argument with your spouse, as in, for example, "You always forget to refill the water jug!" (But Sam did always forget. It was accurate.)

— Liane Moriarty

She quite liked this aspect of her personality, the way her mood could change from melancholy to euphoric because of a breeze or a flavor or a beautiful chord progression. It meant she never had to feel too down about feeling down.

— Liane Moriarty

She wanted to hug him and at the same time she kind of wanted to slap him.

— Liane Moriarty

She was busy thinking about the concept of forgiveness. It was such a lovely, generous idea when it wasn't linked to something awful that needed forgiving.

— Liane Moriarty

Somehow she knew there would be an unspoken truce on their unspoken battle over God knew what when they were old. They could both surrender to their innate grumpiness. It was going to be a lovely relief.

— Liane Moriarty