I have never heard a more eloquent silence.

I wonder how long it would take for anyone to notice if I just stopped talking.

What do I want? The answer to that question does not exist.

I want to make a memorial for our turkey. Never has a bird been so tortured to provide such a lousy dinner.

Gym should be illegal. It's humiliating.

I knit the afternoon away. I knit reasons for Elijah to come back. I knit apologies for Emma. I knit angry knots and slipped stitches for every mistake I ever made, and I knit wet, swollen stitches that look awful. I knit the sun down.

There is nothing wrong with me. These are really sick people, sick that you can see.