The point of the daily diary exercise is not to record what you already know about what happened to you in the last 24 hours. Instead, it’s an invitation to the back of your mind to come forward and reveal to you the perishable images about the day you didn’t notice you noticed at all.
We don’t create a fantasy world to escape reality, we create it to be able to stay. I believe we have always done this, used images to stand and understand what otherwise would be intolerable.
He’s picked clean! Eaten by cats!
You may be a lady but you are still the man!
I used to live a very social life and never spend much solitary time looking at birds or reading.
I grew up in a house that had a whole lot of trouble. As much trouble as you could imagine.
Cartoonist was the weirdest name I finally let myself have. I would never say it. When I heard it I silently thought, what an awful word.
There was a beautiful time in the beginning when I just did it and didn’t analyze the consequences, but I think that time ends in everyone’s work.
My goal on my bucket list is to write a romantic comedy movie.
The library was open for one hour after school let out. I hid there, looking at art books and reading poetry.
The happy ending is hardly important, though we may be glad its there. The real joy is knowing that if you felt the trouble in the story, your kingdom isnt dead.
People think that whatever I put into strips has happened to me in my life.
As I enter the small intestine I get squeezed by muscles. Its dark and the walls look like slimey crushed velvet theres pancreas juice on me help me I am disintigrating.
You know that great car-stomach feeling when you fly over a hump? That was my whole body.
The minute you understand racism, you’re responsible for being racist. It’s like eating from the tree of knowledge.
When you think about it, giving up your real personality is a small price to pay for the richness of living happily ever after with an actual man!
You’ll never call him Fifi again.
Flies die in so many lonely places. -Roberta Rohbeson.
A man who has been dead for a week in a hot trailer looks more like a man than you would first expect.
This ability to exist in pieces is what some adults call resilience. And I suppose in some way it is a kind of resilience, a horrible resilience that makes adults believe children forget trauma.