“I haven't cried since Mom died. I mean, after something like that, what's left to cry about, right? But I let myself cry now. Loss is loss. Doesn't take death to create it. (266)”

“I'd like to cry now. Don't know how.”

“I Want to ShoutLeave me alone!What's wrong with you?Don't you remember who I am? Who you are?This is not a father's love! I want to scream, Can't you see what you are doing to me? What you've done to me? What you've made of me? I want to cry out, I am your little girl. I am not your girlfriend. I am not your whore. I am not my fucking mother! But he is on top of me and my shout is silenced. He is inside of me and my scream stays there too. He is finished. And I don't cry out, but I do cry a bucket of silent tears. He slithers away and at last, I quietly sob”

“back turned, you don't have to look at what you've left behind. And the first person who turned their back on you can't watch you break down and cry.”

“THE BAD THING ABOUT FEARIs it requires a reaction. Some hide.Some cry. But, like a dog condemnedto a walled yard with no hopeof escape or affection, some learnto bite.”

“But death doesn't scare me. To know exactly when I might expect it, up close and in my face, would actually be a comfort. Because to tell the truth, most of the time dying seems pretty much like my only means of escape.”

“Don't make me laugh, I'd much rather cry.”