“being a good mother does not mean being perfect every single moment. we screw up. we get mad, we drink too much, eat too much, yell too much. a good mother learns from her mistakes and does what she can… — Amy Hatvany Copy Share Image
“It's just drinks,” Heather said, lifting the second cocktail up and smiling at the men, too. “It doesn't mean anything else.” I nodded, but I didn't know how to tell her how wrong she was. That it's possible for a man to interpret a woman's initial permission as license to steamroll over any boundary she might set after that. That… — Amy Hatvany Copy Share
“There are some wounds unreachable by words, some sins immune to apology.” — Amy Hatvany Copy Share Image
“Maybe he was too drunk to hear me when I told him to stop. Maybe I didn’t say it loudly enough. Maybe I didn’t… — Amy Hatvany Copy Share Image
“i stand up and open the cupboards, cruising for something-anything- to eat. there's nothing- only a stale loaf of bread in my refrigerator and a single slice of moldy cheese. i've been living off coffee and takeout. i decide to go shopping and use up the hours and minutes that torture me with their lack of direction. i used to… — Amy Hatvany Copy Share
“Holding on to resentments is like drinking poison and hoping the other person will die.” — Amy Hatvany Copy Share Image
“I think under the right set of circumstances,” Mason said, carefully, his eyes not leaving mine, “pretty much anyone is capable of horrific behavior.” — Amy Hatvany Copy Share Image
“being a good mother does not mean being perfect every single moment. we screw up. we get mad, we drink too much, eat too… — Amy Hatvany Copy Share Image
“The girl I’d been just an hour ago was gone; she’d been obliterated. I had no idea who I was, now.” — Amy Hatvany Copy Share Image
“to meet, despite the time, the place, and despite the circumstances.” — Amy Hatvany Copy Share Image
“A man doesn't have to be evil in order to sexually assault women,” Vanessa said. “Most rapists don't look like what we're programmed to… — Amy Hatvany Copy Share Image
“I felt numb, I felt empty. I was a shell, an abandoned chrysalis, a tomb lying in wait for the dead” — Amy Hatvany Copy Share Image
