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If you could eavesdrop without anyone knowing—if you could turn yourself into a barrel, or a coil of lines, or a clump of canvas on deck where two people are standing together, whispering secrets to each other—are you sure you wouldn’t?
languages are like a blanket you can crawl into and be warm. And words are like pebbles you can throw.
There’s nothing he’d rather be doing than cheering her on while she eats a crumb. If I’m ever that fawningly devoted to someone, I hope someone will put me out of my misery.
When someone wraps you in a towel, you can feel your own edges. You can begin to learn who you are.
I wondered, was there something wrong with me if I was very, very happy? Also, is there something wrong with me if my happiness, when it comes, brings with it a tidal wave of grief?
