“As filthy as any night was, a New York City morning is always clean. The eyes get washed. Flowers in white deli buckets are replenished. The population bathes, in marble mausoleums of Upper East Side showers, or in Greenwich Village… — Jardine Libaire Copy Share Image
“She likes the mystery of that changeover, those fifteen minutes of sundown when the streets and trees and people and parked cars are delicate and immediate, every sound and smell and movement amplified by the lowest light or the lightest… — Jardine Libaire Copy Share Image
“No one asked Jamey to be the policeman and pastor of egos. Why does he think this is his obligation?” — Jardine Libaire Copy Share Image
“My heart perceived wildernesses of contradictions and impossible truths and mystical lies.” — Jardine Libaire Copy Share Image
In the 18th century, people began to adopt the radical new idea that love should be the most fundamental reason for marriage and that… — Jardine Libaire Copy Share Image
“She caught him in his schoolboy mode, polite and dutiful, mailing letters to his grandparents and step-siblings, notes full of nothing written in perfect script. Yet he feels like she caught him so unaware and alone that she saw the other side, the wolf crawling through wreckage, through broken walls, cracked Venetian mirrors, dust, blood, a turned-over rocking horse -… — Jardine Libaire Copy Share
“There's a way to resolve chaos and that's to finish what was started, and every organism knows this emergency plan without being told.” — Jardine Libaire Copy Share Image
“I didn't know the exact trajectory of my breakdown, but I did know that I'd become weak, holding onto wildness, cherishing the idea of… — Jardine Libaire Copy Share Image
“Isn't it crazy how anger sometimes feels like joy? Just a crash of blood through your heart.” — Jardine Libaire Copy Share Image
“Tory smokes, sitting on the floor with her impeccable posture, the gang of disciples around her. A few are straight, two gay, a couple… — Jardine Libaire Copy Share Image
“Night shift. Jamey raises his arm, and a hundred arms are raised. He smiles, with thousands of teeth. Jamey thinks of Narcissus bending to the pool. He thinks of how a swan on a calm lake is one with its reflection, and then lifting off, the bird divides from its self, and both parts becomes smaller and smaller. Division is… — Jardine Libaire Copy Share
“Good luck with everything. Oh, the world will treat at least half of you like half a person at best, not worth any investment cause you’re already damaged and undereducated and emotionally weird, even though yeah, they can see something kind of great in you, but isn’t it just a losing battle, throwing good money after bad? Your environment is… — Jardine Libaire Copy Share
“He remembers noticing his dad's shadow was shorter than the others, and he had a visceral sense his father was weaker than the rest,… — Jardine Libaire Copy Share Image
“The gravity of any location pulls citizens to its heart, organizing people by abstractly spiritual geography.” — Jardine Libaire Copy Share Image
