“I was too soft on the inside, you see. No exoskeleton. I felt everything, and still everything bored me. I was like . . . like a radio playing five stations at once, all of them static.” — Brittany Cavallaro Copy Share Image
“I tended to spend too much time with my favorite things, loved them too hard until I wore them down. After a while, they… — Brittany Cavallaro Copy Share Image
“Maybe this is what happened when you built a friendship on a foundation of mutual disaster. It collapsed the second things righted themselves, left… — Brittany Cavallaro Copy Share Image
“It’s strange to grieve for your former self, and still I think it’s something that any girl understands. I’ve shed so many skins, I… — Brittany Cavallaro Copy Share Image
“So what if somewhere, back a hundred years and change and across the Atlantic Ocean, some other Watson made best friends with some other… — Brittany Cavallaro Copy Share Image
“But I had never wanted to be her boyfriend. I wanted something smaller than that, and far, far bigger.” — Brittany Cavallaro Copy Share Image
“I’ve always liked that Galway Kinnell poem. ‘Wait, for now. Distrust everything, if you have to. But trust the hours. Haven’t they carried you… — Brittany Cavallaro Copy Share Image
“The prompt didn’t help me much, since all poems were difficult for me to write. They were like mirrors you held up to a… — Brittany Cavallaro Copy Share Image
“She smiled at me, that one particular smile I hardly ever saw, the one that could open padlocks, Yale locks, bank vaults, the one… — Brittany Cavallaro Copy Share Image
“Number fifteen: if you wait for full disclosure from a Holmes, it might be years before you learn a damn thing.” — Brittany Cavallaro Copy Share Image
“But it appears that I am willing to put up with many things for the sake of Jamie Watson. He is fond of watching… — Brittany Cavallaro Copy Share Image
