“Give up, she wanted to tell them. You lost. The world is crap, and no amount of communicating is going to change it.” — Lisa Unger Copy Share Image
“When they’re small, they’re part of you, on you in bed, showering with you, climbing onto your lap, holding on to your leg. Slowly,… — Lisa Unger Copy Share
“We hate our parents for having their own lives, don’t we, for making decisions for themselves that don’t seem to take us into account.… — Lisa Unger Copy Share
“Depression is not dramatic, but it is total. It’s sneaky - you almost don’t notice it at first. Like a cat burglar, it comes… — Lisa Unger Copy Share
“...in the end it's not just the big and small events that make you who you are, make your life what it is, it's… — Lisa Unger Copy Share
The Universe doesn't like secrets. It conspires to reveal the truth, to lead you to it. — Lisa Unger Copy Share
“We have more patience for girls who act like boys than boys who act like girls. A tomboy is considered cute. One day she’ll… — Lisa Unger Copy Share
Writers are first and foremost observers. We lose ourselves in the watching and then the telling of the world we find. Often we feel… — Lisa Unger Copy Share
I loved him so much. It didn't change all the reasons we couldn't be together, but it kept me returning to his body, kept… — Lisa Unger Copy Share
It was a strange lightness, a drifting feeling. Zero gravity. I understood that everything that once seemed solid and immovable might just float away.… — Lisa Unger Copy Share
Of course, like all organic processes, there is an ebb and a flow to writing. One does not exist without the other. The writer… — Lisa Unger Copy Share
When you start to really know someone, all his physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in his energy, recognize the scent… — Lisa Unger Copy Share
It's strange how memory gets twisted and pulled like taffy in its retelling, how a single event can mean something different to everyone present. — Lisa Unger Copy Share
Many people believe that evil is the presence of something. I think it's the absence of something. — Lisa Unger Copy Share
