At that moment I was sure. That I belonged in my skin. That my organs were mine and my eyes were mine and my ears, which could only hear the silence of this night and my faint breathing, were mine, and I loved them and what they could do.

I'm an amateur science enthusiast. I'm not even a professional enthusiast. I don't know anything; I never even passed biology in high school. But I read the science section of the newspaper.

Then he got more books. He saved all the books.

All we really want is for no one to have a boring life, to be impressive, so we can be impressed. ~ on the friends we choose.

Because I grew up with this naive expectation of people doing right, I get shocked by every little violation.

She needs a new journal. The one she has is problematic. To get to the present, she needs to page through the past, and when she does, she remembers things, and her new journal entries become, for the most part, reactions to the days she regrets, wants to correct, rewrite.

There is travel and there are babies; everything else is drudgery and death.