I have taken advantage of other people's weaknesses in order to cover my own.

Maybe your history just repeats and repeats until it batters you enough to snap the seams that hold you together

You are so close, and I can’t reach you.

Why is it so much easier to talk to a stranger? why do we feel we need to disconnect in order to connect? If I wrote "Dear Sofia" or "Dear Boomer" or "Dear Lily's Great-Aunt" at the top of this postcard, wouldn't that change the words that followed? Of course it would. But the question is: When I wrote "Dear Lily," was that just a version of "Dear Myself"? I know it was more than that. But it was also less than that, too

Kindness connects to who you are, while niceness connects to how you want to be seen.

Now when I have to remember a date, all I have to do is consult my rap sheet.

Measure the hope of that moment, that feeling. Everything else will be measured against it.