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That’s why Mam drinks whiskey. That’s why he drinks whiskey too.

He’s weirdly hard to pay attention to, even when he’s threatening you.

Why do girls want to cheerlead? Don’t they know it objectifies women?

I have given everything at the wrong time, to the wrong people.

I do not want to fall prey to the bewitchment of my mind by language.

I hadn’t always liked being around my mother while she was alive.

Ah, yes, Rita reminded herself: I won. Her Mistress of Mayhem award.

I believed in department stores the way I believed in Germany.

A Good Samaritan refused is no more good than any Bad Samaritan.

Keely finally stops crying when they step outside. The shock of cold.

I wouldn’t sleep a second, knowing the catastrophe I’d set in motion.

His mouth hardens whenever their son’s name is mentioned.

Why does she do it? She knows cutting yourself is a joke. Goth, idiotic.

I hate it here, but I’ll make the best of it, because that’s what mothers do.

I was all alone in a little room, nothing but that big gun in my face.

The man protested, I didn’t do anything. He needed the job. I only kissed her.

Reader, you and I stand once more before the borderless.

My advice is to take advice with a grain of salt.

Needless to say, when it was my night to read I was beyond terrified.

I worry that I will be kidnapped by my cab driver and driven to an ATM.

“Ten lo,” she says when you’ve finished. Have it.

Writing is a subversive activity that exempts you from the rules.

It was the sixties, and I was in
college and incredibly restless.

Our lives are often shaped by small, seemingly trivial choices.

It holds a place in my heart: Never forget the suspenders.

I wanted from my father what I had never wanted or sought: his advice.

Truths don’t eclipse each other—they only complicate each other.

Betrayal was written on my face, in my eyes, and I knew it.

I wish to see the land release my heart from the corpse of longing.

Maybe she’s gay. I wonder if she masturbates when I’m out of the room.