I wouldn't want a boy to think I was pretty unless he was the kind of boy who thought I was pretty.
I went to a tattoo parlor and had YES written onto the palm of my left hand, and NO onto my right palm, what can I say, it hasn’t made life wonderful, it’s made life possible, when I rub my hands agai...
I wasn’t having second thoughts, but I was having thoughts.
I wanted to pull the thread, unravel the scarf of my silence and start again from the beginning.
I walked into a bakery seven years later and there he was. He had dogs at his feet and a bird in a cage beside him. The seven years were not seven years. They were not seven hundred years. Their lengt...
I used to think that humor was the only way to appreciate how wonderful and terrible the world is, to celebrate how big life is. But now I think the opposite. Humor is a way of shrinking from that won...
I turned on the radio and found a station playing Hey Jude. It was true, I didn’t want to make it bad. I wanted to take the sad song and make it better. It’s just that I didn’t know how. After
I tried to think about other things. I tried to invent optimistic inventions. But the pessimistic ones were extremely loud.
I tried the key in all the doors, even though he said he didn't recognize it. It's not that I didn't trust him, becuase I did. It's that at the end of my search I wanted to be able to say: I don't kno...
I took the world into me, rearranged it, and sent it back out as a question: Do you like me?
I thought he had to look for what he was looking for, and realize it no longer existed, or never existed. p. 233
I spent my life learning to feel less. Every day I felt less. Is that growing old? Or is it something worse?
I shook my tambourine the whole time, because it helped me remember that even though I was going through different neighborhoods, I was still me.
I said, I want to tell you something.She said, you can tell me tomorrow.I had never told her how much I loved her. She was my sister. We slept in the same bed. There was never a right time to say it....
I said, I want to tell you somethingShe said, you can tell me tomorrow.I had never told her how much I loved her.She was my sister.We slept in the same bed.There was never a right time to say it.It wa...
I realized I was on a something island. 'How did I get here,' I wondered, surrounded by Nothing, and how can I get back?
I put my hand on the doorknob because I thought maybe her hand was on the doorknob on the other side.
I pulled the book from him. It was wet with tears running down the pages, as if the book itself were crying. He hid his face in his hands. Let me see you cry, I told him. I do not want to...
I promised myself I wouldn't be the first to look away, but I was.
I pointed at, Something.He pointed at, Nothing.I pointed at, Something.Nobody pointed at, I love you.There was no way around it. We could not climb over it, or walk until we found its edge.I regret th...