“Do you think we can be friends?” I asked.He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend.”
“We can continue to say to our girls as they grow into women, 'Come up here and scrunch under this glass ceiling with me.' Or we can say to them, 'Let me break this ceiling so when you come up here with me, we can stand up straight under the open sky.”
“And I still love you in my own fucked-up way. I miss you, I really do. Can we still be friends?”
“Everyone wants to be the one to get the mattress pad. ... We can do this. We all love to do. The more we can do, the less we have to sit and stare at trees and think about the transient nature of life." - 131”
“Why do you pretend, when you can make it real? We like pretending to be someone else but the truth we just want to be ourselves.”
“I can never think of you as a friend. You can do without a friend.”