“I love insult, it's always honest.”

“And that's the insult of it, how always it comes back to a woman being a "good" mother in the world's eyes or a "bad" mother, how everything in a woman's life is funneled through her body between her legs.”

“Maybe, love is always forgiveness, to a degree.”

“Her wish to die was as pervasive as a dial tone: you lift the receiver, it's always there.”

“Because I am in love. Love is a slow bleed.”

“Yet I will make you all love me and I will punish myself to spite your love.”

“I was nineteen years five months old when I fell in love for the first time. This seemed to me a profound, advanced age; never can we anticipate being older than we are, or wiser; if we're exhausted, it's impossible to anticipate being strong; as, in the grip of a dream, we rarely understand that we're dreaming, and will escape by the simplest of methods, opening our eyes.”