Don’t expect to make a difference unless you speak up for yourself.
It was like looking at a knot, knowing it was a knot, but not knowing how to untie it. I had no map for this life.
The one good thing about being kind of shy is that nobody bugs you when you want to be left alone.
I don’t say anything and I feel awful. I tell somebody and I feel worse. I’m having trouble finding a middle ground.
There is nothing wrong with me. These are really sick people, sick that you can see.
It’s a shame we can’t just admit that we failed family living, sell the house, split up the money, and get on with our lives.
If I can write a book that will help the world make a little more sense to a teen, then that’s why I was put on the planet.
They yell at me because I can’t see what they see. Nobody can explain to me why my eyes work different than theirs.
We’ve fallen down on our responsibility to our children by somehow creating this world where they’re surrounded by images of sexuality; and yet, we as adults struggle to talk to kids honestly about sex, the rules of dignity and consent.
Kids are mostly very resilient.
I reach for funny books all the time to help me get through life.
Each reader has to find her or his own message within a book.
Gossip is the foul smell from the Devil’s backside.
I breathe in slowly. Food is life. I exhale, take another breath. Food is life.
She looks like a china doll, observed Grandfather as we departed. I will break just as easily, I muttered.
He says a million things without saying a word. I have never heard a more eloquent silence.
Too much sun after a Syracuse winter does strange things to your head, makes you feel strong, even if you aren’t.
Cold and silence. Nothing quieter than snow. The sky screams to deliver it, a hundred banshees flying on the edge of the blizzard. But once the snow covers the ground, it hushes as still as my heart.
What do I want? The answer to that question does not exist.
Look at the stupid, poor people. Look at the stupid, poor, burned-out people. Look at the stupid, poor, burned-out people, look at their dead baby. It’s death porn for the masses.