“You have eyes, child, that will crush the souls of men. They are huge and wild and forest-deep. Right now every future rain shower is mascara for their breathy lashes. Your light is too fierce to be obscured by a pair of Nantucket reds.”— Lisa Taddeo, narrativemagazine.com
“There will come a day when you meet this man. I bet his name will be Bill. Somewhere his shirt will be monogrammed. The better Bills will have initials at the wrist. The trick is to know right away that this man will play golf one day, every day, and do so middlingly. He will absorb and take away so…”— Lisa Taddeo, narrativemagazine.com