There is no such thing as no choice. There is always a choice. The only question is whether it's a bearable one.

I have learned how to observe, far better than most people observe. I am not blinded by the past or motivated by the future. I focus on the present, because that is where I am destined to live.

I hope that George doesn't internalize her scare tactics. I want to argue with her, tell her that "sins of the flesh" is just a control mechanism -- if you demonize a person's pleasure, then you can control his or her life. I can't say how many times this tool has been wielded against me, in a variety of forms. But I see no sin in a kiss. I only see sin in the condemnation.

Pride is allowed to have an element of worry, especially when you are a mother.

I don’t like it when you use my shampoo, because then your hair smells like me, not you.

Please may this not be a game. Please may this not be a game. Because if it’s a game, I know I’m going to lose.

Maybe there is hope in the fragments, that what is lost can always be filled in by someone who knows.