“Poems are not for explaining," she said, her tone as bored and faintly scornful as his. "They are for pretty girls to read aloud. Everyone knows that.” — Emily Horner Copy Share Image
“I sat there in the darkness, with their skin clsoe to me, and I felt lifted up and wrapped with kindness. And very small,… — Emily Horner Copy Share Image
“There was this girl,” I said. "l mean-” All of a sudden I felt flustered, and added, ”We were just friends.” ”No such thing.” ”We were.” ”Look. Despite what you may have heard, people have sex all the time with people they don't love, or particulary care about, or sometimes can't even stand. So why in the world do people… — Emily Horner Copy Share
“We'd been twelve years old together. We'd shared the convictions that only twelve year olds can share, that love is simple and powerful and… — Emily Horner Copy Share Image
“Didn't anyone ever teach you that it's easier to ask forgiveness than permission?” — Emily Horner Copy Share Image
“I was one of those people who stumbled into things, who followed whims and took side roads, instead of finding some goal to pursue forward with unflagging commitment. I didn't even know what I wanted to be when I grew up, what I wanted to major in when I went to college. And I had always been blithely convinced that… — Emily Horner Copy Share
“Poems are not for explaining," she said, her tone as bored and faintly scornful as his. "They are for pretty girls to read aloud.… — Emily Horner Copy Share Image
“Not Pining," she admitted. "But I look at you and you're so...Awkward, and scruffy, and fearless, and just so intensely yourself, and I remember… — Emily Horner Copy Share Image
