You think it’s all obvious and straightforward, this world. But really, it’s all in who is doing the looking.
It was the only time I’d ever heard someone ask, “Can you grab me the spoon?” as opposed to “a spoon,” which at least connoted there was more than one.
No one ever sees everything the same way you do; it just doesn’t happen. So when you find one person who gets a couple of things, especially if they’re important ones... you might as well hold on to them. You know?
I was such a smart kid, I should have figured out that the only way to really get my parents’ attention was to disappoint them or fail. But by the time I finally realized that, succeeding was already a habit too ingrained to break.
School was my solace, and studying let me escape, allowing me to live a thousand vicarious lives.
All I’d ever wanted was to forget. but even when I thought I had, pieces had kept emerging, like bits of wood floating up to the surface that only hint at the shipwreck below.
You should never be surprised when someone treats you with respect, you should expect it.
Let’s just start and see what happens.
Anyone can hide. Facing up to things, working through them, that’s what makes you strong.
I was actually kind of a hot mess in high school. I did a lot of things in high school I’m not proud of. I wasn’t a good student and I wasn’t particularly a good daughter. I wasn’t very engaged.
I had no illusions about love anymore. It came, it went, it left casualties or it didn’t. People weren’t meant to be together forever, regardless of what the songs say.
I like flaws. I think they make things interesting.
There has to be a middle. Without it, nothing can ever truly be whole. Because it is not just the space between, but also what holds everything together.
I used to worry I was entirely uninteresting, but the truth is I think if my life was more exciting I’d never have any time to write.
Sometimes, we just have to be happy with what people can offer us. Even if it’s not what we want, at least it’s something.
Look, the point is there’s no way to be a hundred percent sure about anyone or anything. So you’re left with a choice. Either hope for the best or just expect the worst.
I think whenever a writer is really enjoying themselves and liking what they are doing, that shows on the page.
That was the hard thing about grief, and the grieving. They spoke another language, and the words we knew always fell short of what we wanted them to say.
But that was the problem with having the answers. It was only after you gave them that you realized they sometimes weren’t what people wanted to hear.
Everything, in the end, comes down to timing. One second, one minute, one hour could make all the difference.