Kate Scelsa Quotes

And I love that all their overdone liberal bullshit totally backfired," he said. "Of course it did. People are assholes. End of story."
"The world according to Sebastian Tate."
"It's a philosophy that has gotten me far in life.

Love remembers the places where it touched down. You can follow it back to them.

Probably not great to call a nine-year-old a prostitute," Mira said.
"Fine. Filthy whore, then.

I can see the future. Oh look! I see us! There we are. We look great.

The past couple years had brought this newly womanly body along with them. Mira only wore skirts now as a rule, because pants made her feel stuck into someone else's idea of a shape. Ad her shape often felt like a fluid thing, this way one day and something else the next. She wished that she could pin it down, the watery and unmanageable way that she was growing. She wondered if other people felt solid in their skin.

Rose, this is Sebby," she said. "Sebby, Rose."
"Oh yeah. Sebastian, right?" Rose said. "I've hard about you."
"Only terrible things, I hope."
"The worst.

What if the insane are too raw to know which stations are real and which are just confused static?

I know you think that we saved you or something, Jeremy," he said. "That we were stronger than you. But we're not. We weren't. We're all just trying to survive however we can.

She had decided that because she couldn't love her body, she would try to love what she put on it.

You have been here before.

The highway winding north through dark New England forests. White dunes towering above the sides of the road, looking like the moon.

You can come back. Even after you hurt each other too deeply to comprehend. Even after the impossible becomes just that. Too far out of reach even to dream.

Love remembers the places where it touched down, left an invisible trail on your bodies. Follow it back. You can follow it back to them.

They rolled up the maps of their bodies until they were two continents of interlocking roads and rivers and dreams, and she thought, 'This is how I will learn to live again'.

Her room only really provided a safe space to fall apart. The falling apart was inevitable. With the door closed against the outside world she could stop pretending that she was any good at basic functioning. She and life didn't always seem to like each other much. But her room only really provided a safe space to fall apart. The falling apart was inevitable. With the door closed against the outside world she could stop pretending that she was any good at basic functioning.

She and life didn't always seem to like each other much. It was nice to be able to admit it.

I know what you mean", she said. "Families can seem so normal and boring from the inside that you don't know you're different until someone else makes you feel different.

In a really good thrift store you feel like you're in a room with all of these stories, and it's up to you to go and find the stories that you want to bring home with you. And then when you wear the clothes, they help you tell a new story, but they're bringing that old part with them and with you and you're benefiting from that in a way that you can't even really understand.

I had a sudden urge of anger. I couldn't stand it anymore, being asked to accept that I had no control over who left me, over our lives. There had to be something that I could do.