Words are like nets - we hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they can't possibly hold that much joy, or grief, or wonder.
You’ll tell yourself anything you have to, to pretend that you’re still the one in control.
You don't have to say I love you to say I love you.
What makes a treasure a treasure is how rare a find it is, when you need it themost.
My brother believed in all sorts of mythical creatures: pixies, dragons, werewolves, honest men.
It's been a long time, I reply, when what I really want to do is ask her what she's been doing for the past fifteen years. If she still drinks tea with milk and lemon. If she's happy.
Edward: Wait--you were trying to on me?Susan: Damn straight.Edward: The thing is, I'm not. Straight, I mean.
When you're different, sometimes you don't see the millions of people who accept you for what you are. All you notice is the person who doesn't.
The thing about having something hidden in your past is that you spend every minute of the future building a wall that makes the monster harder to see. You convince yourself that the wall is sturdy an...
Stars are fires that burn for thousands of years. Some of them burn slow and long, like red dwarfs. Others-blue giants-burn their due so fast they shine across great distances, and are easy to see. As...
In psychoanalytical theory there is a phenomenon called transference. The therapist becomes a blank screen, onto which the patient projects some incident or feeling that began in childhood... it would...
I'm too much of a coward to kill myself. And too much of a coward to live
I was starting to see that what looks like garbage from one angle might be art from another. Maybe it did take a crisis to get to know yourself; maybe you needed to get whacked hard by life before you...
Here's what I hadn't realized: the mother you haven't seen for almost thirty-six years isn't your mother, she's a stranger. Sharing DNA doesn't make you fast friends. This wasn't a joyous reunion. It...
DO you think it hurts to die? Not as much as it hurts to live, Trixie thought.
But Edward doesn't even flinch; it's as if he's reading the text of me with some magic internal Rosetta stone that makes him understand what I say is not what I mean at all.
I used to sit in front of my father's Jag, watching the raindrops run their kamikaze suicide missions from one edge of the windshield to the wiper blade.
Your mama finds you like that, she's going to pitch a fit. The only way she'd find out is if you told her I'd come out here with you, and then she'd be too angry at you to yell at me. Guess we're part...
When you showed someone how you felt, it was fresh and honest. When you told someone how you felt, there might be nothing behind the words but habit or expectation.
No, honestly, my mouth shouldn't be able to function unless my brain's engaged.