Did she always have something to read in front of her so she wouldn't have to look at anything else?
Did she always have something to read in front of her so she wouldn't have to look at anything else?
I didn't feel empty. I wished I'd felt empty. ... I wanted to be empty like an overturned pitcher. But I was full like a stone.
I realized that your mother couldn't see the emptiness, she couldn't see anything...All of the words I'd written to her over all of those years, had I never said anything to hear at all?
I wanted to shout myself into his ear.
It was terrible. All of the things we couldn't share. The room was filled with conversations we weren't having.
She had been in love so many times that she began to suspect she was not falling in love, but rather doing something much more ordinary
The paper, the stapler, the staples, the tape. It makes me sick. Physical things. Forty years of loving someone becomes staples and tape.
What were we spending so much time doing if not getting to know each other?
Do you have any coffee?'...'It stunts my growth, and I'm afraid of death.
I don't mind if smiles come at my expense, I'm a small price to pay.
I regret how much I believed in the future.
I wanted to touch him, to tell him that even if everyone left everyone, I would never leave him, he talked and talked, his words fell through him, trying to find the floor to his sadness....
It was the first time I had ever made love. I wondered if he knew that. It felt like crying. I wondered, Why does anyone ever make love?
She laughed enough to migrate an entire flock of birds. That was how she said yes
The secret was a hole in the middle of me that every happy thing fell into.
When I looked ay you my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible.
Each day has been chained to the previous one. But the weeks have wings. Anyone who believes that a second is faster than a decade did not live my life.
I felt suddenly shy. I was not used to shy. I was used to shame. Shyness is when you turn your head away from something you want. Shame is when you turn your head away from something you do not want.
I regret that it takes a life to learn how to live.
I was more alone than if I had been alone.
It's a rule that we never listen to sad music, we made that rule early on, songs are as sad as the listener, we hardly ever listen to music.
She let out a laugh, and then she put her hand over her mouth, like she was angry at herself for forgetting her sadness.
Their length could not be measured in years, just as an ocean could not explain the distance we have traveled, just as the dead can never be counted.
Why didn't I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.
Even if I don't like what I am, I know what I am. My children like what they are, but they don't know what they are. So tell me which is worse.
I flipped back through the pad of paper while I thought about what Stephen Hawking would do next.
I shook my tambourine the whole time, because it helped me remember that even though I was going through different neighborhoods, I was still me.
I wasn't having second thoughts, but I was having thoughts.
It's hard to say goodbye to the place you've lived. It can be as hard as saying goodbye to a person.
She said I could have a seat on the couch if I wanted to, but I told her I didn't believe in leather, so I stood.
Then I have some bad news for you, because humans are going to destryo each other as soon as it becomes easy enough to, which will be very soon.
Years were passing through the spaces between moments.
A few weeks after the worst day, I started writing lots of letters. I don't know why, but it was one of the only things that made my boots lighter.
Every moment before this one depends on this one.
I got tired, I told him. Not worn out, but worn through. Like one of those wives who wakes up one morning and says I can't bake any more bread.
I spent my life learning to feel less. Every day I felt less. Is that growing old? Or something worse?
I wasn't trying to invent better and better homes, but to show her that homes didn't matter, we could live in any home, in any city, in any country, in any century, and be happy, as if the world were just what we lived in.
Its so painful to think, and tell me what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever get me?
She wanted more, more slang, more figures of speech, the bee's knees, the cats pajamas, horse of a different color, dog-tired, she wanted to talk like she was born here, like she never came from anywhere else
There are worse things, worse than being like us. Look, at least we're alive.
You could bury people one hundred floors down, and a whole dead world could be underneath the living one.
Also, I designed a pretty fascinating bracelet, where you put a rubber band around your favorite book of poems for a year, and then you take it off and wear it.
Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly is there wasn't someone, somewhere, laughing?
I hated myself for going, why couldn't I be the kind of person who stays?
I started carrying blank books like this one around, which I would fill with all the things I couldn't say...
I watched the sheets breathe when she breathed, like how Dad used to say that trees inhale when people exhale, because I was too young to understand the truth about biological processes.
I've thought myself out of happinessone one million times, but never once into it.
She wrote, I wish I could be a girl again, with a chance to live my life again. I have suffered so much more than I needed to. And the joys I have felt have not always been joyous. I could have lived differently.
There is nothing wrong with compromising. Even if you compromise almost everything.
You have to do something bad to do something good.
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