jennyBunz:
“What she wants to say has to do not only with joy but with the penetrating, constant fear that is joy's other half.”
jennyBunz:
“Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run, but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant.”
jennyBunz:
"Some people feel like they don't deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past."
jennyBunz:
“Life, in her experience, had a kind of velvet luster. You looked at yourself from one perspective and all you saw was weirdness. Move your head a little bit, though, and everything looked reasonably normal.”
jennyBunz:
"I've got the key to my castle in the air, but whether I can unlock the door remains to be seen."
jennyBunz:
"But it was all going by too fast now for his blurred eyes and he knew that he had lost that part of it, the freshest and the best, forever."
jennyBunz:
“I just wondered what a thing it would be...if overnight everything you owe anything to, justice, or love, had really gone away. Free. It would be...heartless terror. Yes. Terrible, and...very great. To shed your skin, every old skin, one by one and...
jennyBunz:
"I hope she'll be a fool -- that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool."
jennyBunz:
"You have now reached infatuation's final destination -- the complete and merciless devaluation of self."
jennyBunz:
“I can't tell if she's actually real, or if she's stopped caring if she's real or not. Or is not caring what makes a person real?”
jennyBunz:
"What if I were smiling and running into your arms? Would you see then what I see now?"
jennyBunz:
“The very least you can do in your life is figure out what you hope for. And the most you can do is live inside that hope. Not admire it from a distance but live right in it, under its roof.”
jennyBunz:
"Her coming was my hope each day, her parting was my pain; the chance that did her steps delay was ice in every vein."
jennyBunz:
"There is a pleasure in being looked at, and I seemed to discover it all over again as I sat there on the floor listening to the camera's shutter."
jennyBunz:
“In these night recitations we create a space between things as we felt them at the time and as we speak them now. This is the space reserved for irony, sympathy and fond amusement, the means by which we rescue ourselves from the past.”
