That's why writers write—to say things loudly with ink. To give feet to thoughts; to make quiet, still feelings loudly heard. — Tarryn Fisher Copy Share Image
“I don’t know what it is with you and that asshole. Four years and a bad breakup later and you’re still in a fucking… — Tarryn Fisher Copy Share Image
“—Mi esposa. No me gusta esa palabra. Me hace pensar en delantales con volantes con patrón de manzanas y ciego, sumiso amor.” — Tarryn Fisher Copy Share Image
“Olivia was so beautifully broken. The hairline cracks in her personality were more pieces of art than flaws. I loved flawed art.” — Tarryn Fisher Copy Share Image
I didn't eat pork either. Except bacon, of course. Everyone eats bacon. — Tarryn Fisher Copy Share Image
“Isaac is touch, and he is sound. He is smell and he is sight. I tried to make him a single sense like I… — Tarryn Fisher Copy Share Image
“I want your babies, and your anger, and your cold blue eyes … “ I choke on my words and I am the one… — Tarryn Fisher Copy Share Image
“Life does not accommodate you, it shatters you. Love is mean, but it’s good. It keeps us alive.” — Tarryn Fisher Copy Share Image
“This is a fast love culture, where people fall in and out of something so sacred you wonder if it has the same meaning… — Tarryn Fisher Copy Share Image
“There is no such thing as a clean slate. I know that now. You just embrace your dirty slate and build over it.” — Tarryn Fisher Copy Share Image
“Olivia, you can have any man you want. Why him ? Why is it always about Caleb ?" "Because...because I didn't need anyone until… — Tarryn Fisher Copy Share Image
“Why do you never answer?” “Because it’s a hard question.” “It’s a yes or no, actually. You have a fifty-fifty chance of getting it… — Tarryn Fisher Copy Share Image
