And it was suddenly very simple: There was no choice.

I let him know a hurt had been mended in a way that he couldn’t have known, and for that alone there would always be a piece of me indebted to him.

I kissed him, trying to bring him back. I kissed him and let my lips rest against his so that our breath mingled and the tears from my eyes became salt on his skin, and I told myself that, somewhere, tiny particles of him would become tiny particles of me, ingested, swallowed, alive, perpetual. I wanted to press every bit of me against him. I wanted to will something into him. I wanted to give him every bit of life I felt and force him to live.

... if you're going to wear a dress like that you need to wear it with confidence. You need to fill it out mentally as well as physically.

It's complicated.' 'So's quantitative easing. But I still get that it means printing money.

Because even if the whole world was throwing rocks at you, if you still had your mother or father at your back, you'd be okay.

​​​​​​You're going to feel uncomfortable in your new world for a bit. It always does feel strange to be knocked out of your comfort zone.