Finn said art isn’t about drawing or painting a perfect bowl of fruit. It’s about ideas. And you, he said, have enough good ideas to last a lifetime.
I stared hard, trying to find a pattern. Thinking if I kept looking hard enough, maybe the pieces of the world would fit back together into something I could understand.
I go to the movies whenever I get the chance, because the movie theater is like the woods. It’s another place that’s like a time machine.
After a snowstorm is the best time to be in the woods, because all the empty beer and soda cans and candy wrappers disappear, and you don’t have to try as hard to be in another time. Plus there’s just something beautiful about walking on snow that nobody else has walked on.
You can build a whole world around the tiniest of touches.
You think I don’t know about wrong love, June? You think I don’t understand embarrassing love?
If my life was a film, I’d have walked out by now.
I was in a place where nobody knew my heart even a little bit.
I know all about love that’s too big to stay in a tiny bucket. Splashing out all over the place in the most embarrassing way possible.
You get into habits. Ways of being with certain people.
You could try to believe what you wanted, but it never worked. Your brain and your heart decided what you were going to believe and that was that. Whether you liked it or not.
I only need one good friend to see me through. Most people aren’t like that. Most people are always looking out for more people to know.
The kinds of things I want don’t cost money.
It’s hard to do that, to decide to believe one thing over another.
Once you know a thing you can’t ever unknow it.
There are dark black buttons tattooed on my heart. I’ll carry them for the rest of my days.
Sometimes it feels good to take the long way home.
Nothing had changed. I was the stupid one again. I was the girl who never understood who she was to people.
Going into the woods alone is the best way to pretend you’re in another time. It’s a thing you can only do alone. If there’s somebody else with you, it’s too easy to remember where you really are.
I had no idea how greedy my heart really was.
My mother gave me a disappointed look. Then I gave her one back. Mine was for everything, not just the sandwich.