I know from experience that beneath every peripheral girl is a central truth. She’s hiding hers away, but at the same time she wants me to see it.

Yes, time can be buoyed by wordlessness, but it needs to be anchored in words.

iv. who was it who invented size zero? who was it who promised that if you got to a certain point you would no longer be?

This isn't even something I've feared, because I never knew it was a possibility.

I think one of the highest compliments you can give a person is that when you are talking to him, you are not thinking about the fact that you are talking to him. That is, your thoughts and words all exist on a single, engaged level. You are being yourself because you aren't bothering to think about who you should be. It is like when you talk in a dream.

All I get is tomorrow.

Things rarely get fixed the way they need to be.