“Do you miss her?'
'Who? Emma? Of course. Every day. She was my best friend.”

“And as for that low, velvety voice of hers, if she asked me to murder my best friend I should have to do it on the spot.”

“In eight years not a day has gone by when she hasn’t thought of him. She misses him and she wants him back. I want my best friend back, she thinks, because without him nothing is good and nothing is right.”

“I helped deliver one of my best friend's children. I just was so amazed by my friend, because she was not just a woman, she was not just a mother. At that moment she was creation; she was life; she was God. And as I looked in her eyes, BOOM! Her pussy exploded.”

“Emma's come down.
She's stopped the light
Shining out of her eyes.”

“I love you every day. And now I will miss you every day.”

“Do you think everybody misses somebody? Like I miss my mama?” “Mmmm-hmmm,” said Gloria. She closed her eyes. “I believe, sometimes, that the whole world has an aching heart.”

“I don't understand Ethel.
I don't, I don't really.
She's one of my very best friends,
Just about the best, nearly.
She's an awfully nice girl, Ethel is,
Dainty and refined,
I mean she'd never do or say
Anything unkind.
But get her inside a stadium
And she seems to go out of her mind.”

“She was as sated with him as he was tired of her. Emma had rediscovered in adultery all the banality of marriage.”

“She existed in her friends; there she was. All the parts of herself she'd forgotten. She knew herself best when she was with them.”