“Nights with David the Physicist are upsetting,” she said. “And unconnected.” She sighed, took a drag, exhaled. “There is talking, about a thousand things. Laughter. Even some kissing. And then nothing. Nothing inspires him, if you see what I mean.”… — Megan Crane Copy Share Image
“As I look back over the other best friendships I've had that also ended, I wonder if, in addition to simply having a finite amount of time for such intimacy, we also have certain periods in our lives in which we seek out people who seem to embody the things we lack. Then, when we gain those things for ourselves,… — Megan Crane Copy Share
“Adulthood is knowing that a fully realized character is always more important than the lines.” — Megan Crane Copy Share Image
“I felt something swell in me then. It wasn't desparate, or triumphant, or any of the things I was used to feeling around men.… — Megan Crane Copy Share Image
“I had a rule about stilettos, and it was this: I didn't wear them unless I planned to kick ass in them. Stilettos were… — Megan Crane Copy Share Image
“I thought that probably meant something - that we could only really look at each other through a looking glass. Literally. I didn't know where that thought came from, but I could feel that it was true. It had something to do with the two of us, seemingly so different, standing there side by side. There was no wall between… — Megan Crane Copy Share
“The woman was the kind of woman that the British find breathtakingly sexy and I could never figure out why. She had short, dark… — Megan Crane Copy Share Image
“I make you nervous,” he said. She frowned. “Of course you don’t.” He clearly did, and that, perversely, made him feel.. relaxed...” — Megan Crane Copy Share Image
“For me, without question and despite certain Oracle of Delphi moments concerning my own thighs, it was my belly. The belly that refused to turn into abs no matter how many crunches I performed or how few carbs I ate. (This obviously led to alternating phases wherin there were no crunches and only carbs, to soothe the pain.) Either way,… — Megan Crane Copy Share
“He'd never met a woman who blushed as much as she did. He didn't know anyone could blush as much as she did. It… — Megan Crane Copy Share Image
“...losing a friend is like losing a language, and I miss the one we spoke together.” — megan crane Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I think I'll never really belong anywhere, or trust anyone. I think I need to learn how to stop caring about that." "You… — Megan Crane Copy Share Image
“Some people lusted after cars, which had never made sense to me. For me, bookshelves could inspire whole spontaneous sonnets, so maybe it was… — Megan Crane Copy Share Image
