“I hate my left hand. I hate to look at it. I hate it when it stutters and trembles and reminds me that my identity is gone. But I look at it anyway; because it also reminds me that I'm… — Katja Millay Copy Share Image
“He took the fucking piano, Sunshine. He didn't take everything. Look at your left hand. It's probably clenched in a fist right now, isn't it?" I don't need to look. It is. He knows it. "Now open it up and… — Katja Millay Copy Share Image
“So, you actually cooked tonight?" He regards me skeptically. I snort. Because snorting is attractive.” — Katja Millay Copy Share Image
“I doubt taking in a sullen, bitter, teenage girl with more issues than National Geographic is at the center of the vision board for… — Katja Millay Copy Share Image
“She's grateful for what she was born with. She should be. It's an awesome face, a perfect face, an ethereal face. The kind people… — Katja Millay Copy Share Image
“You know I meant it. I am human. And male. And not remotely blind. Do you want me to say it again? You are… — Katja Millay Copy Share Image
“I don't know how to say it - after all this time, I'm not even sure that I can - but I have to… — Katja Millay Copy Share Image
“...but she's my tangent girl and I'll follow her if this is where she wants to go.” — Katja Millay Copy Share Image
“What’d you wish?” “I can’t tell you that!” I say indignantly. “Why not?” “Because it won’t come true.” Do I really need to say… — Katja Millay Copy Share Image
“I decline the coffee. I don't drink it, because no matter how much sugar I put into it, it still tastes like ass-water to… — Katja Millay Copy Share Image
“I am pressed so hard against the earth by the weight of reality that some days I wonder how I am still able to… — Katja Millay Copy Share Image
“The world should be full of Josh Bennetts. But it’s not. I had the only one. And I threw him away.” — Katja Millay Copy Share Image
