What is the point of being alive if you don't at least try to do something remarkable?

That feeling of finishedness does not come all at once, and it is not easily won, but I think once you get there it is hard to go back.

No headboards were broken.

The world went on, as it does, without my full participation, and I only woke up from the reverie when someone said my name.

But it was only hot outside, and generally I only walked outside between one air-conditioned place to another.

Do you know what your problem is? You can't live with the idea that someone might leave.

I opened the door. He looked down at my shirt and smiled. "Funny," he said. "Don't call my boobs funny," I answered.