lit & life

Best education you can get. See through someone else’s eyes and you understand more of everything.

I knew the feeling of being in touch with something bigger than myself. It was the feeling of a story being told. I told this one.

The elastic heart of youth cannot be compressed into one constrained shape long at a time

I drag my whole life behind me like the train of a dress, an endless train.

There are so many subtle ways we women subconsciously protect ourselves throughout the day; protect ourselves from shadows, from unseen predators. From cautionary tales and urban legends. So subtle, in fact, that we hardly even realize we’re doing them.

Really ‘freedom’ means ‘money’, and if anyone tells you otherwise it’s a good bet they’ve plenty of both already.

But the truth is, I do want to be loved, and that’s scary to admit. It’s a lot easier to say you don’t want to be loved when no one loves you.

We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and dreamy, and how you ended up knowing which colors went together. We knew that the girls were our twins, that we all existed in space like animals with identical skins, and that they knew everything about us though we couldn’t fathom them at all. We knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.

I call people rich when they're able to meet the requirements of their imagination.

It is a pity that doing one's best does not always answer.

I’ve come to realize of late that perception often defies reality.

We are—or we become—what we pretend to be, so we must be very careful who we pretend to be.

Who decided that only some historical events were forbidden to forget?... Because surely the point of history is to remember? And remember all of it, not just selective chapters?

I know nothing—nothing do I know—but I go to free myself from the Wheel of Things by a broad and open road.

I could never stop thinking that maybe she loved mysteries so much that she became one.

If you give a girl a taste of fresh air and then take it away, she will grow fierce and wild to get that fresh air back again.

Well, I think love is all there is or should be.