I know what you did. I know that I have PTSD from it. And I know that you’ll never, ever, ever control me ever again.[to Sean]
Writing is where I go to be honest about how I feel. Sometimes it’s really the only way for me to know what it is that I’m feeling.
What the mind needs to know sometimes is that there is someone there to make things better for you. Someone in your corner.
People with money have everything.
Our space is a home because we love each other in it.
It’s the people you think you know. That’s who you have to worry about. Because you don’t actually know them. You know the story you tell yourself about who they are. So you can get out of bed in the morning.
Don’t ever let anybody take advantage of you. Make you feel “less than” for all of your hard work. Work. It’s the one thing you can count on. Everything else is fragile.[to Alex]
You lost your dog for five minutes, and I lost my daughter. You can go f*** yourself.[to Regina]
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You know what glitter is? It is the lice of the art room. You spread it wherever you go.
I know. I’m well aware of just how completely alone and f***ed I am. But I’m not gonna pick glass out of Maddy’s hair again. It’s just not gonna happen.[to Sean]
Being a mother looks like all kinds of things.
Why does he get a vote? I read the notebook. He doesn’t get a vote.[to Alex, about Sean]
