Clothes were to Sylvia what books were to me: the only thing that really mattered.
Sometimes its hard to tell how fast the current's moving until you're headed over a waterfall
...[E]ven I know that being a parent is awful ninety-five percent of the time...As far as I can tell, it's that last five percent that keeps the human race from dying out. Four parts blinding terror, one part perfection. It's like mainlining heroin. ...
we're teenagers," Sylvia said. "we're depressed.
