It’s life. You don’t figure it out. You just climb up on the beast and ride.
…you do not have too many boogeymen for me. You have just the right number.
Sidda can’t help herself. She just loves books. Loves the way they feel, the way they smell, loves the black letters marching across the white pages…
At the beauty of what she had stumbled onto, at the fear that something terrible would happen because she was not vigilant enough. She cried at the fear of something so good that she would not be brave enough to bear it.
Friends are supposed to act like harbor boats—let you know if you’re off course. But it ain’t always possible…
You know how some people, when they’re together, they somehow make you feel more hopeful? Make you feel like the world is not the insane place it really is?
See, she goes places when she reads. I know all about that. When I’m reading, wherever I am, I’m always somewhere else.
…the love we most cherish will, of necessity, bring us pain. Because that love is like the setting of a body with broken bones. But I want to stage the setting. I want to direct all scenes.
These are all I have. I do not have the wide, bright beacon of some solid old lighthouse, guiding ships safely home, past the jaggedrocks. I only have these little glimmers that flicker and then go out.
But who has time to write memoirs? I’m still living my memoirs.
Good Lord didn’t mean for us to hate ourself. He made us to love ourself like He do, with wide open arms.
There is the truth of history, and there is the truth of what a person remembers.
…Don’t ever worry bout bein holy, babychild. Just keep your eyes wide open except when you sleep. Then let the Lord’s mighty vision see you through the night.
What does my smile look like now? Vivi wondered. Can you reclaim that free-girl smile, or is it like virginity- once you loose it, that’s it?
She used to say she could taste sleep and that it was as delicious as a BLT on fresh French bread.
Sometimes I wonder if any of us are cut out for the lives we lead.
Because I miss them. Because I need them. Because I love them.
I value humor, kindness, and the ability to tell a good story far more than money, status, or the kind of car someone drives.