“What do you do with your love for someone when they die? Or the memories they’ve left? Do you pack them up in moving boxes and write strange names for them across the top? Then where do you put them and the rest of a life you were supposed to share with a person who left without warning?”
There is this about Mr. Jellybond Tinney which it is always pleasant to contemplate — he did enjoy himself. “Enjoy as you go along,” he was continually saying: “enjoy the little things.” ~Sarah Grand, Babs the Impossible, 1900
Everything is a self-portrait. A diary. Your whole drug history’s in a strand of your hair. Your fingernails. The forensic details. The lining of your stomach is a document. The calluses on your hand tell all your secrets. Your teeth give you away. Your accent. The wrinkles around your mouth and eyes. Everything you do shows your hand.
“when things break, it’s not the actual breaking that prevents them from getting back together again. it’s because a little piece gets lost — the two remaining ends couldn’t fit together even if they wanted to. the whole shape has changed.” ― David Levithan, Will Grayson, Will Grayson