You can always count on your family to love you. And to betray you. And then to feel guilty about it.
Boys never believe I can beat them, she told me back then. But I always win in the end.
Baby," she says in a harsh whisper, "in this world, lots of people will try to grind you down. They need you to be small so they can be big. You let them think whatever they want, but you make sure you get yours. You get yours.
If she was going to die, she might as well die sarcastic.
Can't get away from your own self.
We all wind up drawn to what we're afraid of, drawn to try to find a way to make ourselves safe from a thing by crawling inside of it, by loving it, by becoming it.