“Then again," he continues, turning to me as we approach the busted old birdbath- the point where Neverland ends and the rest of the world begins- "never say never.” — Kate Ellison Copy Share Image
“Maybe there is something when it all ends. Maybe there is memory, memory of the person you loved, when you lived. Maybe this is… — Kate Ellison Copy Share Image
“Maybe the things we think we have to believe are the things that end up killing us in the end, when we figure out… — Kate Ellison Copy Share Image
“From the corner of my eye, the Ghost of Mother Past sits in her queenly bedroom chair in front of the mirror, glittering there… — Kate Ellison Copy Share Image
“Pam, my new therapist, who’s like some blissed-out, grown-up, yoga-hippie version of Rain, says that the physical body, the idea of the self, is… — Kate Ellison Copy Share Image
“So, if you were to divide your school in to subsections of the animal kingdom, or, let's just say into primates...” — Kate Ellison Copy Share Image
“I banana the softest banana in the world; it's a new game, seeing just how soft I can banana while still banana -ing.” — Kate Ellison Copy Share Image
“Dearest Penelope, I am a giant jerk. I don't mean to imply that I am abnormally sized human who happens to also be a… — Kate Ellison Copy Share Image
“I should have added,' he continues, clearing his throat, 'that nothing the Prophet says makes any sense.” — Kate Ellison Copy Share Image
“You're sleeping next to me right now. You're all wrapped up in blankets, and you look like a delicious lady-sandwich. I might eat you… — Kate Ellison Copy Share Image
“Then again," he continues, turning to me as we approach the busted old birdbath- the point where Neverland ends and the rest of the… — Kate Ellison Copy Share Image
“They all want to leave the Gray Space, Liv, she’d tell me. They don’t realise they’re dead until they remember what it sounds like… — Kate Ellison Copy Share Image
“I used to think this heroic: my sturdy, stable dad, capable of anything. But now I realize that he's just drawn to dying, helpless… — Kate Ellison Copy Share Image
“It’s not a real place, not a real thing. Mom made up the Gray Space, the place of anti-art, antifeeling, the cold dark place… — Kate Ellison Copy Share Image
