The real first kiss is the one that tells you what it feels like to be an adult and doesn't let you… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“That was desire messing with physics: putting its finger on the record and then slowing it down, making sure you heard every… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“You have to create thoughts from scratch, Piglet. And as for the ingredients, you need love, wisdom, terror and acceptance. You have… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“Intimacy makes you feel unique. Intimacy makes you feel as though you have been singled out, that someone in the world believes… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“You should beware of motherless children. They will eat you alive. You will never be loved by anyone the way that you… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“But wasn’t it better to have someone who was always gushing annoyingly about love than someone who was reserved with it?” — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
Love is a big and wonderful idea, but life is made up of small things. As a kid, you have nothing to… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“He was and probably still is, to this day, the worst-smelling person I have ever hugged. But it was wonderful. He just… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“There are things that are permissible in sex that aren’t permissible elsewhere. You can smack each other and tie one another up… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“If there was one thing responsible for ruining lives, it was love.” — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“You can learn how to be an aristocrat by following a few rules in a very short book. There is nothing to it.” He… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“I decided to get my butt up out of the coffin, just like Jesus Christ, and come and chitchat with all my beautiful and… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
In Lullabies, I wanted to capture what I remembered of the drunken babbling of unfortunate twelve-year-olds: their illusions, their ludicrously bad choices, their lack… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“You know you're my best friend, right?' he said. I shrugged. I guessed it was true. Now that I wasn't going to be at… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“Jules and I were tiny people. We were delicate. We were almost destroyed. We were vulnerable. Like nerds in a school yard of bullies,… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“When you’re young, sex doesn’t mean as much, it isn’t sacred. Children make the best prostitutes because they’re th emost perfunctory about the whole… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“Being a woman was a trap. Something would bring you down before you turned twenty-three. The only time the world shows you any favor,… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
Sometimes when you are standing still and it’s snowing, you think that you hear music. You can’t tell where it’s coming from either. I… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“What are they supposed to do when they've been told their whole lives not to believe in fairy tales?” — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“Felix was in his room singing into a tape recorder then playing it back and exclaiming, “My God. Do I actually sound like this?… — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
Adolescents are still children in that they can't yet tell the difference between make believe and fiction. — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
