“But it was the singing that pulled me in and split me wide open.”
“He's splitting me open, I thought. He'll break me and then I'll die.”
“Don't you dare counsel me. A cause isn't love, Penelope. Love breaks you wide open.”
“He could shred me so easily. A few words, a desperate look, and I was cut wide open.”
“What would be frightening about me jumping out of the bush wearing a pig mask is not the sudden surprise, not me, and not the pig mask, but that the ordinary world had split open for a moment to reveal some possibility never previously considered.”
“For me, singing sad songs often has a way of healing a situation. It gets the hurt out in the open into the light, out of the darkness. ”