Rachel Khong Quotes

If I were you is something I've never really understood. Why say, "If I were you"? Why say, "If I were you," when the problem is you're not me? I wish people would say, "Since I am me," followed by whatever advice it is they have.

You repeated about how nice the day was, either because you really wanted me to know it or because you'd forgotten you already mentioned it, but all of a sudden, it didn't matter what you remembered or didn't, and the remembering--it occurred to me--was irrelevant. All that mattered was that the day was nice--was what it was.

I knew it started being over with Joel when I'd open a bottle of wine and he wouldn't drink it.

Sharing things is how things get started, and not sharing things is how they end.

Today we went over to your mother's friend's house for dinner. We'd asked you to be polite, so you said, "No more, please, it's horrible thank you.

What I want to know is what counted for something and what counted not at all. Now I feel like a shit for spending that time - that's the word it's convention to use: spending - on what turns out not to matter, and neglecting the things that did, and do.

Here I am, in lieu of you, collecting the moments.

A long time ago I stopped wondering why there are so many crazy people. What surprises me now is that there are so many sane ones.

Today you asked me what "Dick" meant, and while I was deciding what direction I should take, you said, "Mom said you were one.

Lately my thing is inventing new yoga poses. The Onion is one. You make yourself very round, then peel yourself, limb by limb.

Here's the fear: she gave to us, and we took from her, until she disappeared.

I don't know how I got to be thirty. I don't feel thirty, the way I felt so definitely nine, and thirteen, and twenty-one.

What imperfect carriers of love we are, and what imperfect givers. That the reasons we can care for one another can have nothing to do with the person cared for. That it has only to do with who we were around that person - what we felt about that person.

When I brought it up, months later, Joel said, "What are you talking about?" because he didn't remember it - he'd forgotten it completely - and it was at that point I realized that I could remember something and he could remember something different and if we built up a store of separate memories, how would that work, and would it be okay? The answer, of course, in the end, was no.