How was I supposed to concentrate on my mental health when my therapist was encased in orange sparkle madness?

..we'll deal with it, because the good outweighs the bad.

I looked at her. my lovely, tall mother with her pretty coil of hair and her hard, bitter mouth. Her veins were never open. Her heart never leapt out to flop helplessly on the lawn. She never melted into puddles. She was normal. Always. At any cost.

Meghan pushed her chocolate cheesecake across the table to me. I hadn’t gotten paid yet for November, so I had only ordered coffee. “Here,” she said. “Don’t you want it?” “Sure I want it. I ordered it. But I’m giving it to you.” “Why?” Meghan stood up and got me a fork. “Remember what Nora said about love? In your movie?” “Love is when you have a really amazing piece of cake, and it’s the very last piece, but you let him have it,” I said. “So it’s really amazing cake,” said Meghan. “And I want you to have it.

Everything doesn't seem like anything when you love someone. Especially when you're young.

Someone once wrote that a novel should deliver a series of small astonishments. I get the same thing spending an hour with you.

My heart spasmed among the peonies like a trout.