Quotes from Susan Juby

Much as I usually dislike nice, positive people, I have to admit that Margaret isn't bad.

We got up and smiled at each other. His eyes were lovely, and I was reminded of a line in book I read once, that God exists in the spaces between people.

I hate the way kids want all the attention. It's like I'm not even there when there's a baby in the room.

It's been a pretty tough day, he said. No sense making it worse with a salad.

Fucking Hallmark never wrote anything for how I felt then. When Metallica and the rest of the metal community pitched in to pay for Acrassicauda, the Iraqi heavy metal band, to move to the US is the only thing that comes close. And maybe the late-breaking success of Anvil. I had a toasty heart, especially after I got called back to pick up first prize for Miss Frizz. Ah, never mind. You know what I'm saying.

I want to ask someone the truth, I think truth is what has been missing in my life. Well, it's one of the things that has been missing, along with a sense of purpose and positive self-esteem.

I debated whether to tell them I had long since abandoned my writing career and moved into radishes and fraud, but decided the timing was wrong.

Earl had let Bertie off the porch for some fresh grass and I didn't want Dr. Eustace to see her. She still looked as though we'd put Hannibal Lecter in charge of her shearing and had hired the special effects team from Night of the Living Dead to bandage her.

All good things are possible if you try hard and stay stylish.

When I write my book I'm going to tell people that if they happen to forget their wide-mouth jar, they should pee far enough away from their position so it doesn't ruin their hiding spot.

Sherman: You are the worst. Rick: You taught me everything I know.

I'm already in the late stages of advanced detachment where my mother is concerned. With a little practice I could feel that way about everyone.

I haven't been that happy since I became conscious for the first time, you know, when I became aware of myself and got so uncomfortable and everything.

I don't care about this stuff. I'm not even sure I'm a girl. I'm an eye in the sky. I am detached. I'm an idiot.

There are truths found in books or films when some writer puts exactly the right words together and it's like their pen turned sword and pierced you right through the heart.

The situation was a mess. It's way easier when you have someone to blame. We want a victim and a villain and a simple story and for everyone to play their role.

I will pretend I do not have those feelings and eventually they will die from neglect.

We got up and smiled at each other. His eyes were lovely, and I was reminded of a line in a book I read once, that God exists in the spaces between people.

It's funny how you can be all alone and in danger and then a minute later feel totally safe, like you've never been lonely before.

My life is an issue in my life.

There is nothing to be gained by trying to change reality. I know this. Completely. And yet. And. Yet.

Life is so full of portents and signs and symbols that it's a wonder not everyone is a writer.

The pieces don't fit perfectly together and don't tell the whole story. Only the viewer can say if I succeeded.

In spite of the terrible pain I was in, I tried to help name the hot sauces. For the allegedly mild one, which tasted like nuclear fall-out, I suggested Hot as Fuck. For the medium one, which tasted like seven lit cigarettes applied firmly to the tongue, I suggested You'd Have to Be an Idiot to Try This, and for the Scorpion sauce, which was so hot I think it gave me permanent nerve damage, I suggested Lawsuit Followed by Complete Financial Collapse. She ignored all my suggestions...