A town so suffocating and small, you tripped over people you hated every day. People who knew things about you. It’s the kind of place that leaves a mark.
We’re into this barrage of pop culture – you know, TV, movies, the Internet. We become creatures that we’ve made up, made of certain different flotsam from pop culture and certain different personas that are in style.
He was one of those guys who’d pronounce I’m a hugger as he came at you, neglecting to ask if the feeling was mutual.
I’d come to believe there was no food more depressing than Danish, a pastry that seemed stale upon arrival.
How do you keep safe when your whole day is as wide and empty as the sky?
I’ve always believed clear-eyed sobriety was for the harder hearted.
Ah, well, being conflicted means you can live a shallow life without copping to be a shallow person.
Women get consumed. Not surprising, considering the sheer amount of traffic a woman’s body experiences. Tampons and speculums. Cocks, fingers, vibrators and more, between the legs, from behind, in the mouth.
I’ve always been partial to the image of liquor as lubrication, a layer of protection from all the sharp thoughts in your head.
It’s impossible to compete with the dead. I wished I could stop trying.
A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.
I just think some women aren’t made to be mothers. And some women aren’t made to be daughters.
To spend a life in dreams, that sounded too lovely.
I can’t think of anything more crushing than slowly, over time, realizing exactly how wrong you were about someone.
I feel like I need to give people a note with the book that says, ‘I’m OK, no worries!’
I would have done anything to feel real again.
Ironic people always dissolve when confronted with earnestness, it’s their kryptonite.
Worries find you easily enough without inviting them.
I had no sympathy for drama queens.
Republicans go to Sam’s Club, Democrats go to Costco.