She ate ramen noodles from the vending machine, their texture just a few molecular recombinations from the Styrofoam cup containing them.
Amy WaldmanTag: styrofoam ramen-noodles
Tears filled Claire’s eyes but, as if they knew their place, didn’t leave.
Amy WaldmanTag: tears
Fabricating reality was criminal; editing it, commonplace.
Amy WaldmanStumble on joy"--the phrase had knocked something loose in him. Joy: What did it feel like? Trying to remember, he was overcome by longing. He knew satisfaction, the exhilaration of success, contentment, and happiness to the extent he could identify it. But joy?
Amy Waldman[s]he was a compulsive pessimist, always looking for the soft brown spot in the fruit, pressing so hard she created it.
Amy WaldmanJacob wore a tetchy air of mild resentment that Paul couldn't begin to understand. He was forty and his father was bankrolling him; what could he possibly feel aggrieved about? He pushed unrealized potential before him like a baby carriage.
Amy WaldmanIn architecture, space was a material to be shaped, even created. For these men, the material was silence. Silence like water in which you could drown, the absence of talk as constricting as the absence of air.
Amy WaldmanShut up, you fat water buffalo, rolling in the mud of other people's lives, is what she wanted to say. But she bit her tongue and reminded herself of how Mrs. Mahmoud had held her hand through Abdul's birth, which made her think that if she had found strength enough to push him out, she could hold her meanest comments in. At this moment, it seemed harder.
Amy WaldmanIts walls were mirrored, its tables marble, its espresso feral, its pastry stale.
Amy WaldmanShe knew well the history of which they spoke because her father had been a part of it. When the military overseers of Pakistan had refused to allow the winning party in Bangladesh—then East Pakistan—to form a government, her father had put down his textbooks, left the university, and joined the fight. Hundreds of thousands, millions of deaths later, Bangladesh had its independence. His stories had made a deep impact on on Asma as a child. She had resolved to be as brave, only to learn that as a woman she wasn't expected to be.
Amy WaldmanTag: women bangladesh
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