Sublime

Your godparents, also city people, live a mile down the road. She has red hair and cat’s-eye glasses; he is bald and does one voice to impersonate all four Beatles.

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I could hold my alcohol, I’d been perfecting that very British skill since the age of thirteen.

‘Oh, the dream. The goddammed man + baby dream. Written by the High Commission on Heterosexual Love and Sexual Reproduction and practised by couples across the land, the dream’s a bitch if you’re a maternally inclined straight female and not living it by the age of thirty-seven.’ – CHERYL STRAYED, TINY BEAUTIFUL THINGS

I am, as you know, a bottomless pit of ambition and need. But I also want to make something sweet. Something kids like us would have wanted to play to forget their troubles for a while.” Sadie was moved by Sam’s words—in the years she had known him, he so rarely mentioned his own pain.

constant fear all these years was that if anyone ever came to know all of her—the real her, the true deep essential Faye—they would not find enough stuff there to love. Hers was not a soul large enough to nourish another.

Many were autobiographical, not in a way that was intended as catharsis but because that was the material available to me, and sometimes, the ones I hadn’t lifted from my past turned out to be lifted from my future.

As much in love as she was with Dov, Sadie was already imagining a future that didn’t have him in it.