Revolutionary Road

The house was dark, and the sight of it as he drove up, a long milky shape in the greater darkness of trees and sky, made him think of death. He padded quickly through the kitchen and living room and went down the hall on careful tiptoe, past the children's room and into the bedroom, where he softly shut the door behind him.

The house was dark, and the sight of it as he drove up, a long milky shape in the greater darkness of trees and sky, made him think of death.

"Sometimes I can feel as if I were sparkling all over,"

shelves on shelves of unread or half-read or read-and-forgotten books that had always been supposed to make such a difference and never had;

Don't you know? You're the most valuable and wonderful thing in the world. You're a man."