“Of course it hurts knowing how this is all so wrong of me, this constant need for movement, even backward”— Carlie Hoffman, narrativemagazine.com
“I was so young before New York that I believed loving myself each day would be easier there. But lying in bed, I can hear the wind, and the trees shaking because they have no choice, and I want to go someplace where the trees grow apples shiny and persistent as stars.”— Carlie Hoffman, narrativemagazine.com
“Down by the Riverside motel, It's ten below and falling. By a ninety-nine cent store, She closed her eyes and started swaying. But it's so hard to dance that way When it's cold and there's no music. Oh, your old hometown's so far away, But inside your head there's a record that's playing...”— Tom Waits, open.spotify.com
“It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.”— John Green, amazon.com