Hannah Quotes
Sketchy black van? Weird stalking of my house? What are you going to do next, offer me some candy?
No problem. Just drop it back off before you go, " he says, procuring a brass key. "And if he puts on Bowie's early stuff and starts sweet-talking, dammit, you run. You run as fast as you can.
Some women nodded, others shook their heads. I would have killed myself before I let one of them move into my house. Would you Helen? Would you really?
Books were a dependable pleasure. I read more then than I ever was able to read again until now when I am too old to work much and am mostly alone.
I am a mother and mothers don’t have the luxury of falling apart in front of their children, even when they are afraid, even when their children are adults.
I meditated on my childhood, vague and distant before high school, where Laura still flickered only on the edge of things.
Our past would dissolve. We would move on from each other and from the ghosts of our youth.
Vietnam...war...it did something to us. Or maybe not. Maybe the bad seeds were always in me, and war gave them a dark place in which to grow.
My loves have always been seared with this singing, this singing written by death, the way some lands have always been crippled by war.
It is nearly impossible.''Nearly impossible and impossible are not the same thing.
I inherited this longing. I was addicted to it. And so I was at home with those who wanted and never had enough. I was at home in the places that could never be. The places found only in dreams.
You are no longer responsible. You are no longer allowed to give a shit. Nobody can need you ever again. Go.
We first become aware of freedom or its opposite in our intercourse with others, not in the intercourse with ourselves.
there is no class that cannot be wiped out if a sufficient number of its members are murdered.
If you really want things to change, you can make them change no matter where you are.
When I returned to New York, it had already changed. I always wished things could just remain.
I first understood why Christians prayed for a savior in the form of a beautiful man. He had absolved me of the blue-streaked blond.
It was all so foolish then, as it is now, as it is forever. To be in love with beauty. To try to hold on to it.
Beauty and desire to possess have driven men mad for centuries.
He took his pain and turned it into something beautiful. Into something that people connect to. And that's what good music does. It speaks to you. It changes you.
Hey, Meg, " she said without preamble. I need you to write a letter of recommendation for me. I'm applying for grad sc
There is the body of history ever atop of us, and the body of memory rustling within us. Between the two, we are crushed.
I look out at the reservation, still and glittering with casinos, and think of all the death dried up and buried in its dirt.
I am like some wounded animal in a darkened lair, nursing the thorn in my paw, unable to find anyone to take it out.
These songs tell me I'm not alone. If you look at it that way, music...music can see you through anything.
Beauty and desire to possess have driven men mad for centuries. Add a hundred and twenty billion dollars annually to that equation and you have serious trouble.
I thought to myself, 'No matter what happens from now on, even if my heart ends up in pieces, this makes it all worth it, this moment.
Remember: whatever is burrowed deep in one hungry soul is bound to be tethered to the hearts of many, many more.
I wish we would all just fall apart so I wouldn't have to listen to the downfall happen, so slowly, so painfully.
Some folks are forced to the edges by their difference. (...) But 'tis at the edges that they find their power.
If you only have one world, one life, then however brilliant it is most of the time, you have nowhere to run when you need to escape from it for a while.
she should have told me that times slides away on a hillside of lose shale and takes everything in its path-dreams, opportunities, hopes. And youth. It takes that fastest of all.
Feminists are incapable of crafting a coherent argument using their words. It almost always involves menstrual blood or some sort of reference to ladyparts.
Angie: "How do I pitch these ideas to her?"Mira: "From a distance, preferably wearing body armor.
An arguing couple spiraling into negativity and teetering on the brink of divorce is actually mathematically equivalent to the beginning of a nuclear war.