“Maybe he stomped on my vagina and I’m pissed about it.” Stella Murphy”

“I think you may be right.” Stella thought for a minute he had read her thoughts. Then he said, “Best regret ever.” Jamie”

“She was hard, numb. The hardness had come about recently, spreading through her brain and chest. She worried that if she were hit hard enough she would just crack”

“She was held together by a thread. Not even a strong fishing wire, but the kind of thread that could fray and break in the wind. A thread that could unravel at any moment, scattering and smashing all the pieces of her that she as trying desperately to keep together.”

“Time makes things tolerable. Time gives you perspective on events that shake your world to the core. Time allows you to move forward. But time doesn’t change the pain that sits in your gut.”

“Hatred had invaded her entire being; every cell in her body had hatred in it. She wondered if everyone could smell it on her. It smelled like death and coffee, like lilies and dirt, and it permeated her.”

“My fear of camping: I’m convinced bugs will crawl up my vagina and lay eggs. Isn’t everyone?”