I'll think of it tomorrow, at Tara. I can stand it then. Tomorrow, I'll think of some way to get him back. After all, tomorrow is another day.
When I first met you, that's what I remember. I looked up at the sky and thought, I'm going to love this person because even the sky looks different.
When I'm out of politics I'm going to run a business, it'll be called rent-a-spine
A truth should exist, it should not be used like this. If I love you is that a fact or a weapon?
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness.
When I was about eight, I decided that the most wonderful thing, next to a human being, was a book.
Hatred would have been easier. With hatred, I would have known what to do. Hatred is clear, metallic, one-handed, unwavering; unlike love.
There is no greater insight into the future than recognizing...when we save our children, we save ourselves
What is it the I'll want from you? Not love: that would be too much to ask. Not forgiveness, which isn't yours to bestow. Only a listener, perhaps; only someone who will see me. Don't prettify me though, whatever else you do: I have no wish to be a decorated skull. But I leave myself in your hands. What choice do I have? By the time you read this last page, that- if anywhere- is the only place I will be.
I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.