Everytime people said I was pretty, I thought of everything ugly swarming beneath my clothes.

I had no sympathy for drama queens.

I've always been partial to the image of liquor as lubrication, a layer of protection from all the sharp thoughts in your head.

The question I've asked more often during our marriage, if not out loud, if not to the person who could answer. I supposed these questions storm cloud over every marriage: What are you thinking how are you feeling? Who are you? What have we done to each other? What will we do?

Sometimes if you let people do things to you, you're really doing it to them.

To refuse has so many more consequences than submitting.

I would have done anything to feel real again.