I pulled the oxygen tubes from my nostrils and raised the tube up over my head, handing it to Dad. I wanted it to be just me and just him.
I’ve stopped thinking about it. I don’t have time to have a girlfriend. I have like a full-time job Learning How to Be Blind.
Hurt tends to drown out sorry.
And I don’t blame him. I don’t even trust me.
I learned that myth doesn’t mean a lie; it means a traditional story that tells you something about people and their worldview and what they hold sacred. Interesting.
She was up and down – from fire and brimstone to smoke and ashes.
The dead are visible only in the terrible lidless eye of memory. The living, thank heaven, retain the ability to surprise and to disappoint. – Van Houten.
You die in the middle of your life.
The whole pleasure of being in a state of unknowing is that as long as you don’t know, all possible outcomes feel as if they are happening.
Because no one thought she was a person, she had no one to really talk to.
I kept it for myself like a keepsake, as if sharing the memory might lead to its dissipation.
It’s not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you.
You shall love your neighbour With your crooked heart, It says so much about love and brokenness – it’s perfect.
History doesn’t have a curfew.
I would argue that stupidity is born out of bad reading, bad teaching and bad thinking!
Dutch is not so much a language as an ailment of the throat.
And so that is the question I leave you with in this final: What is your cause for hope?
I needed, I decided, to really know her, because I needed more to remember. Before I could begin the shameful process of forgetting the how and the why of her living and dying, I needed to learn it: How. Why. When. Where. What.
I’ve always sort of preferred people who are not entirely likable.
Home is Where the Heart Is, Good Friends Are Hard to Find and Impossible to Forget. True Love is Born from Hard Times.