The Porcupine of Truth

Some things you remember, and some you forget. Of the things you remember, you have to wonder what’s real and what’s translated into a memory from a story you heard.

I really don’t worry about that anymore. When you’re dying, you don’t have time for that junk. The shit people did to you? It’s over.

And I think, What’s the opposite of suffocation?

It’s hard to explain,” she says. “I would say that I’m more spiritual than religious at this point.” “What does that even mean?” I stare upward at the gleaming stars. “To me, religion is the Walmart of spirituality.

More and more these days, I'm realizing that I might be crazy, but I'm loved too. I don't think I ever really knew that before, but I do now.

I worry sometimes that our world actually values a lack of intelligence. Like we are considered normal if we spend our time thinking about what one of the Kardashians wears to a party, and we are considered strange if we wonder whether a bee’s parents grieve if said bee dives into the Central Park Reservoir and never makes it back to the hive.

Maybe in life, most of us feel inferior because we compare our dress rehearsals to [Janelle Monae’s] final performance. --page 113

Sitting in a church makes you no more of a Christ follower than sitting in a Ford dealership makes you a Mustang owner.” I