Pick a man, any man. Every guy I fall for becomes Jesus Christ within the first twenty-four hours of our relationship. I know that this happens, I see it happening, I even feel myself, sometimes, standing at some temporal crossroads, some distinct moment at which I can walk away and keep it from happening, but I never do. I grab at everything, I end up with nothing, and then I feel bereft. I mourn for the loss of something I never even had.
Elizabeth WurtzelNothing in my life ever seemed to fade away or take its rightful place among the pantheon of experiences that constituted my eighteen years. It was all still with me, the storage space in my brain crammed with vivid memories, packed and piled like photographs and old dresses in my grandmotherโs bureau. I wasnโt just the madwoman in the attic โ I was the attic itself. The past was all over me, all under me, all inside me.
Elizabeth WurtzelBut then I never had to worry about a crash landing because I never even took off.
Elizabeth Wurtzel