It makes me think that everyone is very wrong, that love should have many conditions. Love should require both partners to be their very best at all times. Unconditional love is an undisciplined love, and as we all have seen, undisciplined love is disastrous.
That would be our luck.
Reporters are like vampires, Curry likes to say. They can’t come into your home without your invitation, but once they’re there, you won’t get them out till they’ve sucked you dry.
I can feel a better version of me somewhere.
Nothing to it but to do it, nothing to it but to do it.” Diane’s mantra.
She had perfect skin, so free of blotches or wrinkles, her face so perfect and character-free she could have just popped out of the womb. They all seemed unfinished. I wanted them to go away.
I’m always looking for a reason to disregard.
Because every morning you have to wake up and be you.
In a few years you may find a Starbucks, which will bring the town what it yearns for: prepackaged, preapproved mainstream hipness.
Does anyone do anything profusely except apologize? Sweat, I guess.
She was one of those middle-aged women who thought they were fooling people.
And when I picture his mind, I hear my name as a shy crystal ping that occurs once, maybe twice, a day and quickly subsides. I just wish he thought about me as much as I do him.
The only line that pisses me off faster is when some drunk, ham-faced dude in a bar sees me trying to get past him and barks: Smile, it can’t be that bad! Yeah, actually, it can, jackwad.
Third choice is a single woman who has that open look. You know it : The same woman you stop to ask for directions or the time of day, that’s the woman we ask for money.
She defines and eliminates problems. She’s practical in an evil way.
To me, all that urgent hopefulness was more frightening than if I’d found a pile of skulls with hair still attached. I ran out in full panic, my underwear tucked up a sleeve.
Clean and bleed. Bleed and clean.
She called me Mille and she couldn’t keep her hands off me. I adored her.
I paced a bit, tried to remember how to breathe right, how to calm my skin. But it blared at me. Sometimes my scars have a mind of their own.
The problem started long before that, of course. Problems always start long before you really, really see them.