This is what I love about novels - both reading them and writing them. They jump into the abyss to be with you where you are.

I do my precalc homework, and then when I'm done I actually sit with the textbook for like three hours and try to understand what I just did. That's the kind of weekend it is--the kind where you have so much time you go past the answers and start looking into the ideas.

You're not going to impose the patriarchal paradigm on me.

Our children are weird. Nicely phrased.

You could hold me and I could hold you. And it would be so peaceful. Completely peaceful. Like the feeling of sleep, but awake in it together.

I kept thinking there were two kinds of adults: There were...miserable creatures who scoured the earth in search of something to hurt. And then there were people like my parents, who walked around zombically, doing whatever they had to do to keep walking around.

I want to see you again tonight. But I'm willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow.