she’s not as pretty as you,” I said “But she’s a simpler girl,” my mother whispered.

The story of her life. God gave you everything just to take it away. Just so you knew exactly what you were missing.

It wasn't awful to be dead. The stillness would almost be a relief. She wouldn't want pain, she wouldn't want to be wounded or mutilated. She could never shoot herself or jump off a building. But being dead wasn't unthinkable.

As an artist, you can never get what you want. What you do never approaches what you want it to be.

A book's flaws make it less predictable.

A fish has no concept of water.

A person didn’t need to be beautiful, they just needed to be loved. But I couldn’t help wanting it. If that was the way I could be loved, to be beautiful, I’d take it