If this was love, love had been overrated.

You had to take life as it came. It gave no quarter, spared no feelings. Limited no pain. Put no ceiling on happiness.

I remember that just as I was about to cross the border they asked me what I had to declare and, like an idiot, I answered: "I want to declare that I am a traitor to the human race.

All things being equal, why not be married to a rich man? (Somewhere, Hannah thinks, there must be a needlepoint pillow asking this very question in a cleverer way.)

Written By Curtis Sittenfeld

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