Obviously The Bar Is Much Higher Now

Before And After... I Heard A Thousand Times That A Boy, Or A Man, Can't Make You Happy, That You Have To Be Happy On Your Own Before You Can Be Happy With Another Person. All I Can Say Is, I Wish It Were True.

Later On, When I Tried To Imagine How I Might Have Ruined Things, That Would Occur To Me - That I'd So Rarely Resisted, That I Hadn't Made It Hard Enough For Him. Maybe It Was Like Gathering Your Strength And Hurling Your Body Against A Door You Believe To Be Locked, And Then The Door Opens Easily - It Wasn't Locked At All - And You're Standing Looking Into The Room, Trying To Remember What It Was You Thought You Wanted.

If You’re A Parent In 2013, You Have To Get Your Hands On This Book. Wise, Engrossing, And So Real That I Fear Senior Has Been Spying Inside My House, All Joy Is A Must-read For Those Of Us Whose Lives Have Been Enriched And Derailed By Having Kids.

I Actually Liked The Disolation Of Winter; It Was The Season When It Was Okay To Be Unhappy. If I Were To Ever Kill Myself, I Thought It Would Be In The Summer.

After I’d Told Her – The Mall, The Taxi, Cross Stroking My Hair – She Said, ‘did He Kiss You?’ ‘john And Martin Totally Would Have Seen That,’ I Said, And As I Felt Myself Implying The Circumstances Had Prevented Our Kissing, I Thought Maybe This Was Why You Told Stories To Other People – For How Their Possibilities Enlarged In The Retelling.