I liked just being with you. I liked the way you breathed when you were asleep. I liked when you took the champagne glass from my hand. I liked how your fingers were always too long for your gloves.
Lauren DeStefanoWe figure out what death means when we're born, practically, and we live our whole lives in some kind of weird denial about it.
Lauren DeStefanoIt taught that there are three versions of things: the one I see in my mind, and the one that carries onto the paper, and then what it ultimately becomes.
Lauren DeStefanoChildhood is a long, long road, from which that dark whispering forest of death seems an impossible destination.
Lauren DeStefanoI figured it out eventually," she says. She's sitting on the edge of the gurney again; her features slowly materialize as my vision clears. "It's momentum." "What?" I whisper. The feeling returning to my lips, spreading out to my fingertips and toes. "Momentum," she repeats. "You can't just stand there if you want something to fly. You have to run.
Lauren DeStefano