It took courage to let things fall apart so beautifully.
We listened to them, but it was clear they'd received too much therapy to know the truth.
Every letter was a love letter.
Now all the mute objects of my life seem to tell my story, to stretch back in time, if I look closely enough.
She wanted out of the decorating scheme.
What are you doing here, honey? You're not even old enough to know how bad life gets." (...) "Obviously, Doctor," she said, "you've never been a thirteen-year-old girl.