“There is always a sadness in me,′ I said. ‘I don’t want it to be there, but it is. It sleeps inside of me, and when it wakes there’s nothing I can do about it. It takes over, and when that happens nothing else exists. You did that. For the last seven years I’ve hated you for it.”

“There is always a sadness in me,′ I said. ‘I don’t want it to be there, but it is. It sleeps inside of me, and when it wakes there’s nothing I can do about it. It takes over, and when that happens nothing else exists. You did that. For the last seven years I’ve hated you for it.”

— Ann Kidd Taylor