How can my ankles and arms be obscene?

I am starting a collection of only right-hand gloves. It’s ever so bourgeois to have two.

Books are, at their heart, dangerous. Yes, dangerous. Because they challenge us: our prejudices, our blind spots. They open us to new ideas, new ways of seeing. They make us hurt in all the right ways. They can push down the barricades of ‘them’ & widen the circle of ‘us.

I'm going to eviscerate you and leave your organs on a pike in the yard as a warning to those who wear large jewelry.

How terrible it is to have no cares, no longings. I do not fit. I feel too deeply and want too much. As cages go, it is a gilded one, but I shall not live well in it or any cage for that matter.

Evie didn’t mind yelling, but she hated feeling judged. It got under her skin and made her feel small and ugly and unfixable.

It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible.