Quotes from Goldberry Long

Empathy is just another way to talk about yourself.

I wondered why I was acting so calm. I wondered why I didn't writhe against being inside my own body. If I could rip off my skin, I'd leave it in a bloody, shapeless heap on the floor beside the toilet, like so much dirty laundry. I'd beat my head against the wall until there was nothing left of my face, if it would get me outside of myself.

A voice in her head whispers "Save Yourself". Whispers "This you can do . . .

in the management of pain I can forget everything

he's gone, and all the answers in the world can't undrown him

It came to me that I was crying, a steady runoff, a bodily function like anything else the body does on its own, a beating heart, a breath[...]

I am my father's daughter, and my Father is the King of Leaving

If there has to be an autopsy of the sordid past, let's blame the parents. Aren't they the primary suspects, anyway? As the eyewitness, I'll testify to that.