That's what it felt like - that if I let a little of the hurt out, it would keep pouring out until I was a deflated balloon of a person, with a big monster of hurt in front of me.

We are so used to releasing words, we don't know what to do with them if they stay. No matter how many times we let them go, they come back. The words that matter always stay.

This is my life, I think. I am an accumulation of objects.

Let’s make plans,” I ventured. And Sofia smiled and said, “No, let’s leave it to chance.

What I really want, and what I never get - is to be appreciated.

There is no reason that we should ever be ashamed of our bodies or ashamed of our love.

I wish I could remember the moment when I was a kid and I discovered that the letters linked into words, and that the words linked to real things. What a revelation that must have been. We don't have the words for it, since we hadn't yet learned the words. It must have been astonishing, to be given the key to the kingdom and see it turn in our hands so easily.