“This rain doesn’t cleanse my skin, nor soothe my battered and broken body. It doesn’t hide my tears.It burns.”
“My beauty doesn’t lie between my thighs.”
“I am dead. I have no desire for you. My body no longer wants the one who doesn’t love.”
“Bob keeps insisting that I can do anything I put my mind to. But he’s referring to my old mind. My new mind is broken and doesn’t give a whack about the left or my old mind’s reputation for success.”
“I sighed. ‘It doesn’t matter what we do. Money comes and goes.’ I shook my head. ‘It doesn’t matter and you know it doesn’t.”
“Did not. My stubbornness doesn’t even own a gun. My stubbornness is a pacifist.”