I always thought my genitals were the result of some crude practical joke.
Neither of us says the word love, not once. It would be tempting fate; it would be romance, bad luck.
Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.
When we're young, we like happy endings. When we're a little older, we think happy endings are unrealistic and so we prefer bad but credible endings. When we're older still, we realize happy endings aren't so bad after all.
If he wants to be an asshole, it's a free country. Millions before him have made the same life choice.
Time has not stood still. It has washed over me, washed me away, as if I'm nothing more than a woman of sand, left by a careless child too near the water.
I hope that people will finally come to realize that there is only one 'race' - the human race - and that we are all members of it.
The thought of these vast stacks of books would drive him mad: the more he read, the less he seemed to know — the greater the number of the books he read, the greater the immense uncountable number of those which he could never read would seem to be…. The thought that other books were waiting for him tore at his heart forever.
Real is a contentious word. What can be considered real and or verified does not necessarily mean that it is recognized or acknowledged on a micro or macro level. There are many different ways to interrogate or locate a subject. One should take into account the lens by which we think of the idea of a subject.
I'm a creep. I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here.
Please to put a nickel, please to put a dime. How petitions trickle in at Christmas time!