Who wants to know that the person you love and need the most can just vanish forever

Life’s a freaking mess… there’s not one truth ever, just a bunch of stories, all going on at once, in our heads, in our hearts, all getting in the way of each other. It’s all a beautiful calamitous mess.

If bad luck knows who you are, become someone else.

I've no use for talking, would just as soon store paper clips in my mouth.

He smiles and takes his index finger and presses it to my lips, leaves it there until my heart lands on Jupiter: three seconds, then removes it, and heads back into the living room. Whoa - well, that was either the dorkiest or sexiest moment of my life, and I'm voting for sexy on account of my standing here dumbstruck and giddy, wondering if he did kiss me after all.

The sky is everywhere, it begins at your feet.

The architecture of my sister's thinking, now phantom. I fall down stairs that are nothing but air.