The park grass looked greener, the park benches looked better and the flowers were trying harder.

as a child i suppose i was not quite normal. my happiest times were when i was left alone in the house on a saturday.

When you clean up a city, you destroy it.

I held her wrists and then I got it through the eyes: hatred, centuries deep and true. I was wrong and graceless and sick. all the things I had learned had been wasted. there was no creature living as foul as I and all my poems were false.

When Ginsburg is at the top of his game you might as well put down your toys and listen.

nobody can save you but yourself and you’re worth saving. it’s a war not easily won but if anything is worth winning then this is it.

sometimes I hate you," she said.