Helena Fox Quotes

I look at her and see her pieced-together smile, the wobble of her. I see how Mum is made of molecules, how she is only just together.
'Why do you love me?' I ask.
She hiccup-laughs. 'So many reasons,' she says.
She sits beside my bed and lists them.

All those glances, all the unspoken everythings. I think of all of us, passing each other like turtles, heaving our pasts on our backs.

I'm going to float again. I know it will happen.
This moment will pass. Another one will come. Hard will come - grief and dark and worry and loss. Again. Again. Sooner. Later
There's a chance I'll float out of it for the rest of my life.

What do you miss, Jasper? How much do you miss it and in what increments? How large are your lost puzzle pieces? Do you want to find them?

And it's like when someone touches an electric current and you're holding their hand, so it passes to you, and suddenly there you are: seizing, pulsing, filled with light, unable to let go.

And it's so clear how far I've fallen. How far I am from where the stars are.

I am dead in infinite alternate universes. I am mostly and most likely dead, now, here. All doors opening, all doors closed.

The day is already so full my mind is going fuzzy. You know when the input has been so big, the computer starts to fizz and pop? That's how I'm feeling, like my stimulus intake meter has gone into the red. This is more conversation, more newness, more smiling, more Jasper than I've experienced in months. I can feel the blankness swell and turn slowly in my brain, pushing for space. I just have to keep it together enough to not embarrass myself. Just put one word in front of the other Biz; that's all you have to do.