“Cry your guts out because nothing is sadder than an adult who forgets how to be a child.” — Alison Espach Copy Share Image
“Children's lives are always beginning and adults' lives are always ending. Or is it the opposite? Your childhood is always ending and your adult… — Alison Espach Copy Share Image
“There is nothing better than this,” he said, and I worried he was right. I worried that once something had entered you, it would… — Alison Espach Copy Share Image
“You know," my father said sprinkling nutmeg on his brandy Alexander, "if you sniff too much nutmeg, you could die." "You can die from… — Alison Espach Copy Share Image
“Cry your guts out because nothing is sadder than an adult who forgets how to be a child.” — Alison Espach Copy Share Image
“When it was real it wasn’t funny. When you touched someone, they were always with you. When his mouth was on mine, we held the same breath in the same moment, and when he was naked, his body was covered in tiny black hairs that stuck to my clothes even after I washed them. He had sowly become a part… — Alison Espach Copy Share
“Even through all of this, sometimes I wanted to lift up her chin and say, "Don't you see that is your dog?" Don't you see how we didn't want to have to love you, Laura? Don't you see how you have to love things forever anyway, no matter if it shakes, or drools, or barks in the middle of the… — Alison Espach Copy Share
“Being an adult, it seemed, was horrible. But being a child was awful too, and moving from one state to the other only meant… — Alison Espach Copy Share Image
“And then once in the music storage room. It was cold. The room was small with thin gray carpet and I cried after in… — Alison Espach Copy Share Image
“The neighborhood had gotten really into pastel the last few years. It started when Alfred's wife painted their whole house a soft pink during… — Alison Espach Copy Share Image
