You win some, you lose some. And sometimes you win and lose at the same time. Life’s a bloody cockup.
It was so new that day: the liberation of being honest, of being brave, maybe a little stupid.
Adam had chosen me, and this I didn’t understand. Why had he fallen for me? It didn’t make sense.
El amor no es algo que proteges. Es algo por lo que arriesgas.
I’ve never toughened up enough to handle what I’d have to handle if I were to stay.
Mom was adamantly pro-choice. She had a bumper sticker on the car that read If you can’t trust me with a choice, how can you trust me with a child? But in her case the choice was to keep me.
That’s all we can do, Brit. Take steps. Take enough of them and suddenly, you’re somewhere.
The sound is clear and strong as a bell, and it fills me with joy, and it’s like, for the first time in my life, I understand that this is the point of laughter, to spread happiness.
It’s very inconvenient to fall in love when you’re so young.
They say that things happen for a reason, but I don’t know that I buy that.
Do you honestly think that where you’re buried has any bearing on where your spirit lives?
Everyone loves New York City for all these different reasons. The culture. The mix of people. The pace. The food. But for me, it’s like one epic Easter egg hunt. You’re always finding these little surprises around every corner.
I’ve never seen anyone cry like this. Quiet but gushing, a faucet behind his eyes mysteriously turned on.
I’m not. I just think you might be reading too much into a musical selection.
Backstage, Willem is thinking about accidents again. And things that seemingly don’t make sense, except they do. Like right out there in the fifth row. All of them, together. That makes sense.
Saying goodbye is less fraught this time. They have done it now once, like normal people: leave, come back. It builds confidence.
I am running the show. Everyone is waiting for me. I decide. I know this now.
There is a blinding flash, a pain that rips through me for one searing instant, a silent scream from my broken body. For the first time, I can sense how fully agonizing staying will be.
She looks at me, square in the eye. Taking aim. And then she pulls the trigger. “Because I hated you.
I’m pretty sure that when babies are born in Oregon, they leave the hospital with birth certificates – and teeny-tiny sleeping bags.