Our space is a home because we love each other in it.
You lost your dog for five minutes, and I lost my daughter. You can go f*** yourself.[to Regina]
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.
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.
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]
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]
Being a mother looks like all kinds of things.
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You know what glitter is? It is the lice of the art room. You spread it wherever you go.
Why does he get a vote? I read the notebook. He doesn’t get a vote.[to Alex, about Sean]
This is why I don’t go to the doctor, because if you start poking around because you think something’s wrong, you’re gonna find something.
People with money have everything.
