“How sad it must be for you to be nothing more than a hollow statue, to have your tomb preserved and your story forgotten.”

“yarn, n. Maybe language is kind, giving us these double meanings. Maybe it's trying to teach us a lesson, that we can always be two things at once. Knit me a sweater out of your best stories. Not the day's petty injustices. Not the glimmer of a seven-eights-forgotten moment from your past. Not something that somebody said to somebody, who then told it to you. No, I want a yarn. It doesn't have to be true.”

“I learn about the highs and lows of living with the same mother for your entire life, about how no one can make you angrier, but how you can't really love anyone more.”

“You think you know your possibilities. Then other people come into your lifeand suddenly there are so many more.”

“Self-preservation isn't worth it if you can't live with the self you're preserving”

“blemish,n.The slight acne scars. The penny-sized, penny-shaped birthmark right above your knee. The dot below your shoulder that must have been from when you had chicken pox in third grade. The scratch on your neck- did I do that?This brief transcript of moments, written on the body, is so deeply satisfying to read.”

“You have to trust the words. They do not create anything more than themselves.”