Anyway, I’m the librarian, and librarians don’t need baths.”

People walk by us and stare like they just saw two tarantulas hugging.

My body had taught him how to breathe and how to cry.

It turned out that in the throes of depression, Kate was a better driver than ever before: she slowed at yellows, never accelerated to merge, didn’t get impatient with traffic.

Men aren’t afraid of misinterpretation. It’s not dangerous to them. Women, we know bad things can happen when someone misreads you.

But no one’s been with me since the beginning but me.

I am sitting in the bathtub as I write this. Not taking a bath, just sitting here, I like how cold the ceramic gets.

I wanted to turn around and see who was screaming and ask them to please be quiet. But it was me.

There were a lot of things you couldn’t say when you were staying in someone’s house for free.