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The thing I am most interested in is power relations - it is so easy to imagine that the other person is living a perfect life.

But, like ivy, we grow where there is room for us.

Where did they go, those things we did?

I felt like I wasn't living thoroughly enough - I was distracted in ways I wouldn't be if I'd been born in 1929.

I laughed and said, Life is easy. What I meant was, Life is easy with you here, and when you leave, it will be hard again.

Would she understand that time had stopped while she was gone.

It occurred to me that everyone's story matters to themselves, so the more I listened, the more she wanted to talk.

The receptionist xeroxed my insurance card while explaining that chromotherapy isn't covered by insurance.

I could not make a move without making love.

I was never good at jumping in, letting go of one element and embracing another.

Their prayer was rage.

I looked out the window for other passengers in love with their drivers, but we were well disguised, we pretended boredom and prayed for traffic.

I went to work the next day out of curiosity, as people return to their villages after the war to see what is left.

A teenage Filipino boy walked up to the car and just stood there, the way people do when disaster strikes.

Was everything redneck actually mystical?

I really did not feel okay about any of this, and there was really nothing I could do about any of it.

When I was very little, I probably wanted to be more normal. I probably wanted the Laura Ashley bedroom, and instead I got thrift-store everything.

I felt like I could do this forever, because nothing mattered more than anything else.

Sometimes I lie in bed trying to decide which of my friends I truly care about, and I always come to the same conclusion: none of them.

The job of the artist is to point at things.

I had forgotten about the baby. Until then she had been giving birth to birth - to contractions and noises and liquids. There was someone in there. We

I always had to resist the urge to go to him like a wife, as if we'd already been a couple for a hundred thousand lifetimes.

She never inquired, but she never recoiled, either. This is a quality that I look for in a person, not recoiling.

When you can see the beauty of a tree, then you will know what love is.

The boy was growing bored and this was a form of growing up.

We don't really believe in mowing the lawn; we do it only to avoid unnecessary engagement with the neighbors.

I'm totally not kidding ... Life is too short. This is all too hard to do to actually be kidding about the whole thing.

Inelegantly, and without my consent, time passed.

Nothing really mattered, and nothing could be lost.

I wondered if i would spend the rest of my life inventing complicated ways to depress myself..

We held each other's hands and laughed with feigned embarrassment that gradually took hold and became real.

If I could quietly kill her without anyone knowing, I would.

Was all this real to her? Did she think it was temporary? Or maybe that was the point of love: not to think.

I wanted to be the kind of teacher who learned from her students.

We had once called out hello into the cauldron of the world and then run away before anyone could respond.

I spend a lot of time obsessing about getting a dignified eight hours' sleep.

and together we pushed through paragraphs, painstakingly sounding out the words, knitting them into human sentences that said very little.

Morning had gotten lost on the way home. We would lie this way forever, always saying goodbye, never parting.

I steeled myself against laughter; I would rather die than laugh. I didn't laugh, I did not laugh. But I died, I did die.

She looked utterly betrayed, as betrayed as the most betrayed person in Shakespeare.

I was actually writhing in heartache, as if I were a single muscle whose purpose was to mourn.

Like a rich person, I live with a full-time servant who keeps everything in order - and because the servant is me, there's no invasion of privacy.

I had a joint once and I didn't feel right for a whole year.

My earliest memory is aged three, seeing sunlight on water and feeling it was really magical.

It was a small thing, but it was a thing, and things have a way of either dying or growing, and it wasn't dying.

A howl was curdling inside me; the ache felt inhuman. Or maybe this was my first human feeling.

He seemed to be waiting for me to move forward. Weren't we all.

She was standing on the moon and if I responded I would be on the moon too, right next to her.

I was going to die and it was taking forever.

I wish there were a class where we could just keep going around the circle. around and around, until we had finally said everything about ourselves.

Just a sec. Just two months. Just a lifetime. Just a sec.

I was still feeling the old loss, just in a new way.

It is terrible to have to ask for anything ever. We wish we were something that needed nothing, like paint. But even paint needs repainting.

Maybe he wouldn't say anything, which is the worst thing men do.

Sadness is pathetically limited to the range of thirst, it is just a sip of emotion, tightly buckled to a frown, quenchable.

We were always getting away with something, which implied that someone was always watching us, which mean were are not alone in this world.

I explained about how we were in Rick's hands and also how he had washed his hands.

The word God asks a question and then answers it before there is any chance to wonder.

He's stuck at 3:14 a.m. with only the moon to talk to.

Did you ever really love her?
Not really no.
But me?
Yes.
Even though I have no pizzazz?

Show us life, now

There was no apology in her eyes, no love or caring. But she saw me, I existed, and this lifted the beams off my shoulders. It takes so little.

Your sentimentality softens all the edges, you're misremembering. Take a moment to recall it as it really was: fucking hell.

It was a tiny sound but it woke me up because it was a human sound.

Was I like honey thinking it's a small bear, not realizing the bear is just the shape of its bottle? -Cheryl

I hated my job, but I liked that I could do it

We come from long lines of people destined never to meet.

That day I carried the dream around like a full glass of water, moving gracefully so I would not lose any of it.

So this was what it was like not to be me.

I gave you things I wasn't sure I even had.

I'm not saying I asked for it, only that there are moments when we are sending signals not just to the boys in the room but to all of creation.

Don't wait to be sure. Move, move, move.

Where do we come from? Do souls really exist? I can't answer these questions, especially not at 6am.

I definitely wanted much more normalness than what was around me.

I went to the bedroom and lay on the floor, so as not to mess up the covers.

A real mother throws her heart over the fence and then climbs after it.

I wouldn't use a British accent out loud, but I'd be using one in my head and it would carry over.

Things usually make sense in time, and even bad decisions have their own kind of correctness.

Life is just this way, broken, and I am crazy to hope for something else.

He pulled away, but his eyes held my eyes like hands.

What a terrible mistake to let go of something wonderful for something real.

We could smell each other's shampoo and the laundry detergents we had chosen and I smelled that she didn't smoke but someone she loved did[...]

I'm not a cinephile. My films don't reference films. I'm more interested in rhythm and feeling.

She was a very beautiful person who was missing something very ugly. Her winnings were the absence of something, and this quality hung around her.

But I knew jumping was like dying, I would have to let go of everything.

People just need a little help because they are so used to not loving. It's like scoring the clay to make another piece of clay stick to it.

It would require constant vigilance to not replace each person with my own fictional version of them.

Then I realized that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before we ask someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing.

I kept getting older while he stayed young, my tiny husband.

I guess that's true, you really can't complain, can you?

I cried in English, I cried in french, I cried in all the languages, because tears are the same all around the world.

I do this before I bring someone new into my life; I try to get a sense of who I am so that I can make it easier for them to know me.

Live the dream, Potato.

She bludgeoned me with a look of such limitless compassion that I immediately began to cry.

It had not occurred to me that it would get this bad, that indignity would dance upon bloodshed.

I was patience defined, patience misspelled, patience sounded out slowly, letter by letter, with the t pronounced shh.