harpfromhell

“No road offers more mystery than that first one you mount from the town you were born to, the first time you mount it of your own volition, on a trip funded by your own coffee tin of wrinkled up dollars - bills you've saved and scrounged for, worked the all-night switchboard for, missed the Rolling Stones for, sold fragrant pot with smashed flowers going brown inside twist-tie plastic baggies for. In fact, to disembark from your origins, you've done everything you can think to scrounge money save selling your spanking young pussy.”
― Mary Karr, Cherry

“Every day I feel more like some defeated matador limping out of the arena after I've been gored, or like some general coming back from a long battle.”
― Mary Karr, Cherry

“Born on third base, my daddy always said of the well off, and they think they hit a home run.”
― Mary Karr, Lit

“If you lie to your husband - even about something so banal as how much you drink - each lie is a brick in a wall going up between you, and when he tells you he loves you, it's deflected away.”
― Mary Karr, Lit