Every star has been set in the sky. We mistakenly think they were put there for us.
Lauren DeStefanoFor males twenty-five is the fatal age. For women it's twenty. We are all dropping like flies.
Lauren DeStefanoNo matter how lonely it makes me, and no matter how wide and horrific the loneliness, at least I remember who I am.
Lauren DeStefanoTell me about yourself." "Myself?" He looks confused. "Yes," I say, patting the mattress. "You know all there is to know," he says, sitting beside me. "Not true," I say. "Where were you born? What's your favourite season? Anything." "Here. Florida," he says. "I remember a woman in a red dress with curly brown hair. Maybe she was my mother, I'm not sure. And summer. What about you?" The last part is said with a smile. He smiles so infrequently that I consider each one a trophy.
Lauren DeStefano