She felt as if the mosaic she had been assembling out of life's little shards got dumped to the ground, and there was no way to put it back together.
You don't always have to chop with the sword of truth. You can point with it too.
It's a great time to be alive.
We are not here to see through one another, but to see one another through.
I never had a particularly strong craving to procreate, except for earlier fantasies of wanting to be Marmee in Little Women.
But easy's like, who cares? Easy's like, how much is easy going to get you?