Quotes from Lily King

I don't write because I think I have something to say. I write because if I don't, everything feels even worse

I have no fears today,' I scribble...I'm stunned by the truth of it.

Tragedy is based on this sense that there's been a terrible mistake,isn't it?

It was strong, whatever was between us, thick, like the wet air and the smell of every green thing ready to bloom.

You don't realize how much effort you've put into covering things up until you try to dig them out.

Oh sweetie.' He hugs me hard. 'It's okay. It's gonna be okay.' It's so much easier to cry when there are arms around you.

A year and a half up that little tributary somewhere?' Tillie said. 'Good God,

I don't have a Crested Butte.' 'You have something.' 'It's more like an abyss.' 'Something you need to get to.' 'Yeah. The rest of my life. IT feels like the way is blocked.

You spend enough time at the racetrack, you know your horse, okay? You always know your horse.

I don't think we should do this anymore.' 'Do what?' 'Go out.' He laughs and pulls me closer. 'What are you talking about?' I don't normally have to break up with anyone. Usually they do it for me, or I leave the state or the country. I don't have to spell it out very often.

Time is mercurial when you're with children. A whole morning making pancakes and playing freeze tag goes by in a minute, whereas waiting for Jasper to tie his shoes or catch up on his bike is endless.

Perhaps all suicides are happy in the end. Perhaps it is at that moment that one feels the real point of it all, which, after you get yourself born, is to die. It is the one thing each and every one of us is programmed for, directed to, and cannot swerve away from indefinitely.

For a moment all my bees have turned to honey. Page 302.

There was nothing more to say so I kissed her and

Was she wine or bread to you?' 'What do you mean?' 'It's from an Amy Lowell poem we all loved in college. Wine is sort of thrilling and sensual, and bread is familiar and essential.

But she was aware that the story you think you know is never the real one. She wanted his real one. What would he say about it all? She could imagine writing a whole book on him alone.

I will lay me down for to bleed awhile, the ballad went on in my head. Then I'll rise and fight with you again.