I know I can't change the past. Not my mistakes or the mistakes of others. But I can begin by changing me.
There are patterns because we try to find them. A desperate attempt at order because we can't face the terror that it might all be random.
I had come to the conclusion that everyone took sex far too seriously. I mean, it's only sex.
I'm scared, Mom." ... "It's okay, honey. It's all right. That's the big secret, don't you know? Everyone is. All the time.
Nothing is infinitely reducible. You can split an atom but you can't vaporize it. Stuff sticks around. It clings to you, even when it's broken.
Well, Ben says you have to be married to get a girl pregnant. And me and Cindy are not married, so she couldn't get pregnant, see?
Silence made space for other people's words, which was important for those who needed to be listened to.
(…) everything is finite. Life. Love. All this.' (…) 'Sadness too. Although that's harder to let go of than happiness.
Guns are like thermometers, only instead of measuring body temperatures they measure our fear.
I figured even the most jaded and cynical inhabitant might report a bloody girl in a party dress carrying a severed head by its hair.
Hopes are like hair ornaments. Girls want to wear too many of them. When they become old women they look silly wearing even one.
The only thing for it is to use men for sex and never let any of them get so close they could hurt you.
Get a grip on your heart and pride, girl. Nobody has or ever will give a damn whether you're happy or not.
I'm afraid men are not always quite as clever as they think they are. You will learn that when you get a bit older, my girl.
Some girls have a real sexy giggle, but whenever I laugh it always comes out somewhere between a bellow and a snort!
There was no up, there was no down. There was a steady, nauseated life five minutes ago, but nothing five minutes from now. And then, very suddenly, there was no 'now.
I was hot and horny as hell. Which was typical of me. I’m twenty-five, and I’m healthy, and a healthy girl is always thinking about sex.
Girls should be strong together. Strong like steel, merry like the tinkling of chimes dancing in the wind.
The thin girl was gulping down one of Richard's bananas in what was, Richard reflected, the least erotic display of banana-eating he had ever seen.
Scratch a female inmate, I've discovered, and you'll usually find a girl whose mother had terrible taste in men.
She's cute, I thought, but you don't need to like a girl who treats you like you're ten: You've already got a mom.
