I like the name. Like in Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Audrey Hepburn’s cat was named Cat.
I knew you could do it, I knew you could, Libby, she mumbled into my hair, warm and smoky.Do what?Try just a little harder.
I just want to live until I can't anymore, she said.
I hated Nick for being surprised when I became me. I hated him for not knowing it had to end, for truly believing he had married this creature, this figment of the imagination of a million masturbator...
I hate people who start conversations with facts - what are you supposed to do with that? Sure is hot today. Yes, it is.
I had to know I could love a person unconditionally, that I could make a little creature feel constantly welcome and wanted no matter what. That I could be a different kind of father than my dad was.
I had that overwhelming feeling I get when I’m about to give up on a plan, that big rush of air when I realize that my stroke of genius has flaws, and I don’t have the brains or energy to fix them. It
I don’t even want to ask,’ he said. ‘You two are the most fucked-up people I have ever met, and I specialize in fucked-up people.
I carry an inner monologue, but the words often don't reach my lips
I can't recall a single amazing thing I have seen firsthand that I didn't immediately reference to a movie or a TV show. A fucking commercial. You know the awful singsong of the blasé: Seeeen it. I've...
I always feel sad for the girl that i was, because it never occurred to me that my mother might comfort me.
How odd, that I ruined my marriage over that little girl with whom I had nothing in common except that we both liked a good laugh and a cold beer after sex.
Here in Missouri, the women shop at Target, they make diligent, comforting meals, they laugh about how little high school Spanish they remember.
He refills my drink without me having to ask, somehow ferreting out one last cup of the good stuff. He has claimed me, placed a flag in me: I was here first, she’s mine, mine. It feels nice, after my...
He promised to take care of me, and yet I feel afraid. I feel like something is going wrong, very wrong, and that it will get even worse.
He has a great smile, a cat's smile. He should cough out yellow Tweety Bird feathers, the way he smiles at me.
Había sido un comentario grosero y de mal gusto. Mi cerebro eructaba pensamientos inapropiados en los momentos más inoportunos. Gases mentales que no conseguía controlar.
Give me a man with a little fight in him, a man who calls me on my bullshit.
Frankly, I think Adora prefers us to feel like strangers. She wants all relationships in the house to run through her.
First thing she said to me once we got our food: I have one daughter. Thirteen years old. Mia. For Mia Hamm. She was born the day we won the World Cup. So, that’s my daughter.