Jill Ciment Quotes

Old age robs you of every last illusion, even the belief in your own goodness.

The stupid girl thinks Muslim is a language.

She could stand to think that life’s experiences, good and bad, died with the body, but she couldn’t bear to believe that the dreams vanished too, those exquisite flights of reverie that never actually happened. All those experiences you can have for free. How could they burn and turn to ash? She would disappear one day, too, both her flesh and the woman she dreamed herself to be.