“I told her one of the few stories that she'd told me of myself as a child. We'd gone to a park by a lake. I was no older than two. Me, my father, and my mother. There was an… — Jessica Soffer Copy Share Image
“He loved me, despite me -- which, actually, when you think about it, means because of me.” — Jessica Soffer Copy Share Image
“I wondered if everyone had a secret like this, something slightly wretched, bent and corroded with time, like a lost key that might not… — Jessica Soffer Copy Share Image
“And that's what love is, I suppose. The one thing that is most worth hoping for, and the one thing that's most surprising when… — Jessica Soffer Copy Share Image
“I told her one of the few stories that she'd told me of myself as a child. We'd gone to a park by a… — Jessica Soffer Copy Share Image
“Writers are never fully present because they’re always imagining a different version of the way things are happening; imagining the past in a different… — Jessica Soffer Copy Share Image
“The idea of love doesn’t account for a fear of loss. In loving him, I grew afraid of losing him, more and more by… — Jessica Soffer Copy Share Image
