“Mothers took your problems from you and fretted about them for you, even if there was no reason on earth why they should, even if you had done everything to create your own mess.” — Heather O'Neill Copy Share Image
“Xavier wasn’t put on the earth to witness the bad htings like Jules and I were. He had been put here to notice lovely things, things that God had created and no one had any complaints about. Leaves turning red… — 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
