dialogue prompts from the möbius book by catherine lacey.
grief expands as it constricts. it turns you into a toy version of yourself.
evil is just extreme self-preservation.
i'm tired of being punked.
do you ever wonder how many times your life is going to end?
what have you lost lately?
everyone's breaking up, these days.
i'm not going to tell you that it will all be okay.
writing is a form of crying in public.
i feel like i'm never gonna see you again.
dead people can't miss anything.
i'd be lying if i said i didn't miss ____.
i'm not sure you're alive.
it's okay, we're doing this together. we'll get through it.
it is better to cut than to tear.
it's not a will to live that's keeping me alive.
everywhere i turned as a child, there was meaning.
coincidences are metaphors happening in real time.
after you're not saved anymore, what are you? spent?
optimism is free. pessimism costs you something.
everyone expected me to fall apart.
cities permit a certain amount of suffering in plain view.
persuasion or coercion may masquerade as a good influence, or taking care.
proximity has a way of bleeding into invisibility.
there are things more important than adulthood.
at eighteen, the future seemed so far from us.
they'll probably find a cure before it gets awful.
how can you be a christian and not think about death all the time?
the impossible questions are the only questions.
i knew. of course i knew.
the memory of being hurt by someone you love is dangerous to return to, and just as dangerous to forget.
the first thing i ever remember wanting to be was far from here.
what place does spirituality have in your life?
it's natural for a child to want to trust their parents.
there are good ways to be demolished, untethered.
there is no democracy in any love relation: only mercy.
i feel like i'm getting away with something.
feeling speaks only to feeling.
anger turns the contrast up on any day.
will there be no end to your assumptions about what i want?
is this a good place to make friends?
you deserve that perfect sunset.
everyone says you're having a crisis.
it's true, i am having a crisis, but i'm also having tea. do you want some?
you don't have to get philosophical about everything that happens to you.
we're going to beat this thing for good.
give me a chance to explain myself.
you've always loved difficult things.
is this the kind of place you need a crowbar?
were you lying to yourself, or to me?
it felt extremely dangerous and extremely safe, all at once.
you can always make me laugh.
in love, you place your life in another's hands and dare them to ruin it.
there you go again with your brooding one-liners.
i can't listen to your overblown metaphors for another moment.
is this maturity or its identical twin, compartmentalization?
the person you were is actually dead to me.
i've always wanted to talk to a dog.
how strange it is, when life looks like the movies.
if something can vanish that fast, was it real?
i lost track of myself hours ago.
let's not confuse being afraid with being fearful.
'never' and 'always' have no place here.
there is no story that does not lead to another story.