We broke into laughter—the kind that’s your only recourse when you feel like curling up in a fetal position and whimpering like a little girl.
That girl has done things to your head.' He pats my back, 'Don’t pretend she’s not crawling inside of yours.
In the fairy tales, the poor girl smiles when she becomes a princess. Right now, I don't know if I'll ever smile again.
I regained my soul through literature after those times I'd lost it to wild-eyed gypsy girls on the European streets.
Once upon a time, a girl had a father, a prince, a society of friends. Then they betrayed her, so she destroyed them all.
He peered down at me. “Jesus Christ. You’re leaking.” If by “leaking” he meant “sobbing like a girl,” I guess so.
A male frigate bird blows up a wild red pouch on his neck. He can keep it puffed up for hours. It is his way of impressing the girls.
I like a girl with a substantial bottom,' said Renoir, drawing in the air the size bottom he preferred.
Of course he had a female following. Was there anything college girls found sexier than being told what to think?
...and thus he found his single source of joy in the society of other people: frightening the girls with his penis.
You can woo a girl with a poem, but you can't hold onto her with a poem. Not even with a poetry movement.
In my family, you can rot to hell on the inside as long as you’re flawless on the outside, which is really sick, but also hard to unlearn.
We have learned by now that our beauty does not count as a possession. The only thing we truly own is our legend.
It's why you need other fingers, other tongues. Only other people can make you feel real.
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.
