“I tell myself I know nothing about love so I can recover. I am recovering from a fantasy that I projected on a young man's body. He provided music and language and fingers and a face that moaned into my pussy. I am never going to recover from being that alive.”— Melissa Broder, amazon.com
“Honest, honestly she was an anthem I was a stadium full of patriots with their hands on their hearts Honestly my hand is still on my heart as the fire works announce the end of the game And the colours in the sky chase the birds inside.”— Andrea Gibson, ohandreagibson.tumblr.com