“the other guineahendied of a broken heart and we came to New York.I used to sit at a table,drawing wingswith a pencil that kept breaking and i keptremembering how your mind looked when it sleptfor several years,to wake up asking why.So then you turned into a photographof somebody who’s trying not to laughat somebody who’s trying not to cry”

“No use trying to outdo each other,” Dot said. “What’s easy for one might break somebody else.”

“It’s like looking at all the students and wondering who’s had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why.”

“You want her to like you. But when you rescue somebody…it complicates things. Don’t get starry-eyed about somebody you can’t have, especially if it blinds you to somebody who’s really important. Don’t…don’t make my mistakes.”

“You discover how confounding the world is when you try to draw it. You look at a car, and you try to see its car-ness, and you’re like an immigrant to your own world. You don’t have to travel to encounter weirdness. You wake up to it.”

“When you meet a man who is broken, pick him up and carry him. When you meet a woman who’s broken, put her all into your arms. Cause we don’t know where we come from … we don’t know where we are. ”