“Because maybe I don't want to leave the planet invisible. Maybe I need at least one person to remember something about me.” — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“Finn said art isn't about drawing or painting a perfect bowl of fruit. It's about ideas. And you, he said, have enough… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“If you think a story can be like a kind of cement, the sloppy kind that you put between bricks, the kind… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“Toby was right. Finn was my first love. But Toby, he was my second. And the sadness in that stretched like a… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“But if they loved each other so much, couldn’t they talk it out?” Toby gave an exasperated laugh. “You get into habits.… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“You will. I promise. There’s a lockup. Each apartment has one. Like a big storage cage. Come with me.” An image of… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“There was something so electric about it. So dangerous. Those little touches were everything. I lived fro them. You can build a whole world… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“It seemed like life was a sort of narrowing tunnel. Right when you were born, the tunnel was huge. You could be anything. Then,… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“Opening a present from a live person was scary enough. There was always the chance that the gift might be so wrong, so completely… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“I wasn't interested in drinking beer or vodka or smoking cigarettes or doing all the other things Greta thinks I can't even imagine. I… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“Things you'd never even seen with Finn could remind you of him, because he was the one person you'd want to show. "Look at… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“Because maybe I don't want to leave the planet invisible. Maybe I need at least one person to remember something about me.” — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
I stared hard, trying to find a pattern. Thinking if I kept looking hard enough, maybe the pieces of the world would fit back… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“But maybe I am. Maybe that’s exactly what I am. Maybe all I wanted was for Toby to hear the wolves that lived in… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“I didn’t want to care, but somehow, like always, I did. She was wired into my heart. Twisted and kinked and threaded right through.” — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“What kind of party?” “The good kind.” “Yeah, right.” Greta knows that for me there are no good parties. I’m okay with one or… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“I stared out the window for the rest of the journey. Building, tree, car, car, van, wall, vacant lot, van. I stared hard, trying… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“Greta knows that for me there are no good parties. I’m okay with one or two people, but more than that and I turn… — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
“I thought it was good to test yourself sometimes. It was good to see how much you could take.” — Carol Rifka Brunt Copy Share Image
