September Girls

Because isn’t the whole point of loving someone–being in love with someone–that you understand her as well as you understand yourself? Isn’t loving someone almost like becoming that person, and them becoming you? I mean, isn’t that the point, at least in a way?

Being a man is bullshit; maybe trying to be a man had been the problem all along. At a certain point you just have to trust someone. Even if it’s only yourself.

I quickly began to long for the days when I had been able to eat my pizza unmolested without Dad insisting on sit-down dinners.

It's hard to explain. Say there's this thing you want, this thing that seems more important than everything, this thing you've been waiting for because it will make you into something else. And then you get a chance at it and it's almost as if you don't want to change. Because you'll miss the person you were before" -Sam

Jeff is the annoying kind of Scrabble player who plays a lot of obscure two-letter words that shouldn't count but for whatever reason are considered legitimate. My father is the annoying kind of Scrabble player who takes hours with his turn and then plays deliberately misspelled words that no one has the heart to call him out on. I am the perfect Scrabble player, both serious and considerate. Obviously I lost by a lot.

Maybe this all seems like a digression or even a case of protesting too much, but the point is that I have touched a breast and that I liked it.

Our father is the endlessness. Our mother the Deepness. Our brothers are speed and calm. (Calm is easier to get along with, but he can be dull)

Say there’s this thing you want, this thing that seems more important than everything, this thing you’ve been waiting for because it will make you into something else. And then you get a chance at it and it’s almost as if you don’t want to change. Because you’ll miss the person you were before.

She was different and the same, and I had known her insofar as you can really know anyone, which is to say not much.

The minute you think you’re safe is the same minute you’re fucked.

The moral of the story here is that if you’re ever offered anything that seems like it might lead to sex, there is no turning back. You just have to take it as it comes or you will remain a virgin for life.

The world rushes through us. We are peaceful. We are as deep and black as space. Staring up at the stars, we see only our own image reflected back at us.

We are infinite and we are ravenous.

We are renters and borrowers and, in the end, only thieves.

We have learned by now that our beauty does not count as a possession. The only thing we truly own is our legend.

When is nothing special the most important thing? When it's the only thing. Where we come from, beauty is so ordinary that we don't even know we are beautiful.