Books

Everything I wanted and tons of opportunities were in front of my face, but I didn’t understand how to take them. On Gchat I told my dad I was having a hard time, and he said, Anywhere is a prison if you let it be.

"I don’t want to be miserable, but I also want to embrace the fucked-up, to move towards a maturity and strength that can include and express weakness and embarrassing content of all sorts without shame, to allow myself the full resonance of being a female subject (and all the other categorical adjectives that could be applied to me) living in a fucked up nation, in a fucked up world, in the 21st century."

"The sky looked like nothing, because that's what it is. It's not even a color. I looked back down at my phone and pulled up searches and feeds, hit refresh. I can cut off anyone on these lists, simple, but they'll always be there, sending out energy that I'll always in some way be receiving. I may as well know exactly what it is."

"The Hyena is exactly what Elisabeth had been expecting: a brazen invertebrate, the worst kind of person this age has produced. Abject beings, flaunting their lack of grace, and proud to live like animals. One doesn't even think of Satan on seeing her approach: he would choose a more impressive shape. Not this long, slim, flexible body, stupidly pleased with itself."

"It would be public. It was done. I'd breathed no word to William and bade the Publishers hold their tongue. I'd return to Antwerp shortly. I would rather seek pardon there than ask permission first."