“I saw on the pad not an operator's number from my home town, but one which seemed to interrupt the beating of my heart.”
“My heart shifted a little in my chest; it seemed to swell and beat against my bones until I couldn't hear.”
“I encased my heart in stone so as to stop it from beating”
“America is my country, and Paris is my home town.”
“I said "it is my first language, my mother tongue, my family, my people, my home; it is my heart, my heart, my heart." No one says any of these things. But they should.”
“Four. That’s the number of people who saw me hiding around the corner from my own apartment in just a skirt and a bra. Eleven. That’s the number of ant bites I got on my shoeless feet. Twenty-seven. That’s the number of times I was tempted to do myself physical harm because I am an IDIOT. One. That’s the number of times I tried not to cry, but failed.”