They love to criticize us for being on our phones, despite the fact that their generation created the phones, marketed the phones, and are profiting from the phones. They’re drug pushers making fun of the junkies, which, if you think about it, is lame AF. Besides, any day now those same junkies are taking over the street corner, so they should try to be nice.
I wanted that November feeling, you know, when you suddenly remember the holidays are coming and your tummy gets all excited and it’s like being seven again.
Regret is one of those emotions that outpunches reality: Even if you 100 percent could not have done things differently, it still pops up and takes a jab.
It was a FriXion, she was pleased to see, and then she was mildly embarrassed that she even noticed.
I just want to know what I’m crying about.
I guess there are as many ways to mother someone as there are mothers.
Shelf space was always a problem for the dedicated booklover.
Three hours later, the book finished, her cheeks a little pink because it was so sad and lovely and sad again, Nina stood up and stretched. Coming out of a book was always painful. She was surprised to see things had remained in place while she herself had been roaming other towns, other times.
There is nothing – nothing – that isn’t improved by laying a thick piece of chocolate frosting on top of it.
Men who like Star Trek but not Star Wars, or the other way around. As if they’re so incredibly different. Or who only like the original Star Trek.
But I want to be a toilet.
In public Nina was a quiet, reserved person; in private she was an all-singing, all-dancing cavalcade of light and motion. Unless she was a quivering ball of anxiety, because that was also a frequently selected option.
If I was a toilet, where would people poop? Would people poop in my mouth?
Candice Hill had grown up in the darkest Australian wilds of the 1980s, where, reportedly, the women glowed and the men plundered, but no one had a cell phone.
All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware. – Martin Buber.
It was exhausting sometimes simply being alive.
It is unclear to me what happened, but I am often confused by Americans, so let’s pretend everything is fine and go to look at the garden.
Remember how I said kids pay attention when you don’t know they’re doing it? Here was another classic example. I swear to God, they weren’t even close enough to hear what was going on, but apparently Annabel had gone back over the transcripts.
I filled my mouth with spaghetti and thanked God for the Italians. Spaghetti, pizza, ice cream. If they weren’t so busy making love and whizzing around on Vespas, they’d probably rule the world.
It’s the world’s most wonderful and most terrible job, and if you do it well enough, you get fired.