If you love something set it free, but don't be surprised if it comes back with herpes.

They assume she was once gorgeously beautiful. Because now she looks so—bad.

Fathers. Mothers. With all their caring and attention. They will fuck you up, every time.

I try to get centered: Watching white moon face The stars never feel anger Blah, blah, blah, the end

When nobody will look at you, you can stare a hole in them. Picking out all the little details you'd never stare long enough to get if they'd even just return your gaze, this, this is your revenge.

I don't care what they do with my book so long as the flippin check clears.

Regret, Daisy knew, was the only confirmation of a well-lived life. If you didn't occasionally go too far, you weren't going anywhere.