"We teach our sweet little girls to be liars and fakers from a young age: No, I’m not hungry. Wow, that feels great. No, I don’t blame you. Yes, I love you. No, I’m fine."
"My alone feels so good. I’ll only have you if you’re sweeter than my solitude."
"every time you
tell your daughter
you yell at her
out of love
you teach her to confuse
anger with kindness
which seems like a good idea
till she grows up to
trust men who hurt her
cause they look so much
"She stubs out her cigarette in the brown glass ashtray, then settles herself against him, ear to his chest. She likes to hear his voice this way, as if it begins not in his throat, but in his body, like a hum or a growl, or like a voice speaking from deep underground. Like the blood moving through her own heart: a word, a word, a word."
"[You didn’t show up.]
I kept waiting."
"He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand."
"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night."
"I live my life in widening circles that reach out across the world."
"In the deepest hour of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write. And look deep into your heart where it spreads its roots, the answer, and ask yourself, must I write?"