The past doesn't haunt us, we haunt the past.

Other people sound flat to my ear; their words just hang in the air. But when my mother says something, the ends curl.

...handsome people are always interesting to watch. But a handsome person in crisis is riveting.

For exactly the same reason, it is sometimes satisfying to cut yourself and bleed. On those gray [sic] days where eight in the morning looks no different from noon and nothing has happened and nothing is going to happen and you are washing a glass in the sink and it breaks - accidentally - and punctures your skin. And then there is this shocking red, the brightest thing in the day, so vibrant it buzzes, this blood of yours. That is okay sometimes because at least you know you're alive.

I was learning that if I lived slightly in the future-what will happen next-I didn't have to feel so much about what was going on in the present.

Like every child, I adored her. Until I formed a brain and got to know her.

His laugh is made if porch swings and lemonade