We imagine people as animals or gods. -But she was just a person, a girl.
He really was beautiful. I know boys aren’t supposed to be, but he was.
I liked being a person. I wanted to keep at it.
Random questions are the least random of all questions.
As lives go, I’ll take the quietly desperate over the radically bipolar.
Support Group featured a rotating cast of characters in various states of tumor-driven unwellness. Why did the cast rotate? A side effect of dying.
I’d rather wonder than get answers I couldn’t live with.
Meriwether Lewis’s last words were, ‘I am not a coward, but I am so strong. So hard to die.’ I don’t doubt that it is, but it cannot be much harder than being left behind.
Writing does not resurrect. It buries.
It took me a sleeve of Girl Scout Thin Mints and forty minutes to get over that boy.
There are always answers. We just have to be smart enough.
You can’t just make me different, and the leave. Because I was fine before.
But I was not in the band, because I suffer from the kind of tone deafness that is generally associated with actual deafness.
We were very different, and we disagreed about a lot of things, but he was always so interesting, you know?
The dead are visible only in the terrible lidless eye of memory.
Abligurition: an actual, if very obscure, English word, which means the spending of too much money on food.
The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle.
I kept waiting for that loneliness and nervousness to make me want to go back. But it never did.
Finally, I decided that the proper strategy was to stare back. Boys do not have a monopoly on the Staring Business.
The fundamental mistake I had always made – and that she had, in fairness, always led me to make – was this: Margo was not a miracle. She was not an adventure. She was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl.