| day forty-nine |

“In this play I wrote, a woman appears naked on stage. She has a black square painted on her bare stomach. She tries to convince the gentleman on stage that it is a painting of the two of them in a boat on a lake on a moonless night.This is you paddling from the stern, she says. He sees nothing but a black square. Trees are blowing gently in the wind right below my ribs. She makes a gesture to her ribs and starts crying. Silence fills the stage as he touches the painting with his finger. He gets on his knees to study it. A pirate enters.”

| day forty-eight |

“Good friends, good books and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life."

| day forty-seven |

“We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.”

| day forty-six |

“I lay for a long time in silence, staring at the ceiling. Was my life always to be like this? I wondered. Was it going to go, forever, in an instant, from sunshine to shadow? From pandemonium to loneliness? From fierce anger to a fiercer kind of love?”

| day forty-five |

"Oh, the places you'll go!"

| day forty-four |

“Who has not sat before his own heart's curtain? It lifts: and the scenery is falling apart.”

| day forty-three |

"...she was the hiss of steam, the clink of a cup, she was a certain hour of the night and the promise of rest."

| day forty-two |

"You would never believe this snow; it gets so heavy on our lungs, but it's been creeping up your walls and closing down the roads. But I swear I'm loving while I swear I still hide away from the cold."

| day forty-one |

"Can you hear it now? The sound of my smile breaking and lighting me up."

| day forty |

"You don't understand! If you were me, you would do things I would do!"

| day thirty-nine |

"In my field of paper flowers and candy clouds of lullaby, I lie inside myself for hours and watch my purple sky fly over me."

| day thirty-eight |

"Life's too short for me to stop, oh baby, your time is running out."

| day thirty-seven |

"When I get sad, I stop being sad, and be awesome instead."

| day thirty-six |

“It was not the feeling of completeness that I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.”

| day thirty-five |

"And then he falls asleep on the living room couch..."

| day thirty-four |

"There's this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It's the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me."

| day thirty-three |

"It's to Jimmy Eat World and those nights in my car..."

| day thirty-two |

"And little by little forget about time and its speed, stop the rhythm and go very slowly, slower every time."

| day thirty-one |

"You were only waiting for this moment to be free."

| day thirty |

"If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people."

| day twenty-nine |

“I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people's eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth.” 

| day twenty-eight |

"I was so ready to get out, so ready to taste that ocean, I was willing to put you in harm's way to get there. Nothing should be worth that."

| day twenty-seven |

"Why do you look when you've already found it? What did you find that could leave you walking by?"

| day twenty-six |

“There are chords in the hearts of the most reckless which cannot be touched without emotion.” 

| day twenty-five |

"But I was sure of something, too: it’s a lot easier to be lost than found. It’s the reason we’re always searching, and rarely discovered — so many locks, not enough keys."

| day twenty-four |

"And now you're lonely, looking for yourself out there."

| day twenty-three |

"Can you my darling, can you picture this?"

| day twenty-two |

"Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black and the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow we shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, and watch where the chalk-white arrows go to the place where the sidewalk ends."

| day twenty-one |

"You might restrain me, but could you really blame me?"

| day twenty |

"Article 22: There is no law that prohibits a woman from being a Bro."