Quotes from Eireann Corrigan

All I'd wanted to be when I grew up was yours.

You can't decide how someone will go about loving you.

How sad for us that I have made a myth of us when what keeps me from sleeping is the memory of...your honest back turned, waiting for me to walk away from you.

It's easy enough to mistake being grateful for being in love.

The sugar was back in Lila Ann Price's voice, but it sounded a little bit like artificial sweetener.

Or maybe they saved you for me, forced open your eyes and knew that somewhere was a girl who dreamt in that exact shade of blue and would thank them silently and often.

But there are still times that I talk to the sky, and by the sky i mean Jim. Try to explain the life i have now to the same color blue that used to flash in his eyes.

God. Jesus. -Any other Lords' names you want to take in vain? -Yeah...Ganesh, damn it. -Who's Ganesh? -He's a Hindu god. He's the Remover of Obstacles. -Oh yeah? They got a god for that? We could use a Remover of Obstacles. Well, I don't care if you take a Hindu god's name in vain--just lay off Jesus. -Okay, Dad. I'll lay off Jesus. -What's this Remover of Obstacles look like? -I think he's an elephant. -Yeah? An elephant. Jesus Christ, can you believe that?

I had these plans and it turns out I don't know anything. I can't even accomplish the simplest task.

Some people move through the world and make their whole existence a gift to others. As soon as I feel well enough, I aim to be one of those people.

Sometimes you need to fix a smile on your face and just muscle through. That's another way to deal with the sinking sensation that you cannot trust another person the planet. That is another kind of remedy.

Had I known Mama was going away, I would have thrown a rager.

I wonder how Mr. Brinks would react if I told him my doctor was the surftastic cameraman he fist-bumped earlier in the week.

Here if you need me. We'll write it back and forth until something major happens. Or one of us dies.

But I just want a little more time to be angry. My hands still feel jittery from fear and fury but now i'm supposed to manage forgiveness. Or else I'm the monster.

Mama gazes at her own hands while I listen to what an awful kid I am.

Everything is okay. These will be very merry noodles.