- "Eleanor sat outside in the car, looking up at the house where she lived. It was a typical English Victorian terrace, small and poky and outwardly tatty, a complete contrast to the smart houses of Maine and the brownstones in Manhattan where she'd grown up. She had an English husband. She had half-English kids. Her life was here. But was it enough? Had it ever been enough? Had she ever fulfilled her potential? Achieved anything of note? It was almost absurd that she didn't even know what 'enough' meant anymore."
- "That things never ever stay the same, not even when you have it all, there in your hand -- it's always destined to change. Get better. Get worse. But never remain. Never stay perfect. After all, timeless perfection was what paintings were for."
- "As she stared at the package, she was filled with an odd sensation, It wasn't hatred as such -- it was far more complex than that. There was pity there, definitely, for the trouble that Gavin Hewitson had gotten himself into. And there was sadness too -- that it seemed Gavin wanted to be loved by her, and she wanted to be loved by Rufus, and Rufus had run back to some unknown other girl, and the world was full of unrequited love and loneliness and fucked-up heads that even the most expensive shrinks in the world couldn't fix, because of course they were fucked up too."
-Excerpts from Home Truths, by Tina Seskis
