Constance Wu > Quotes

“If somebody stops loving you when your body changes, then they just don’t understand real love.”
― Constance Wu, Making a Scene

“The longest-lasting cells in a human body live around seven years, so once they’re gone, once the longest surviving cells in your body have turned over and been replaced, and your skin and hair and blood cells have already turned over many thousands of times, you are biologically a different person. No physical cells of the old you remain. If that’s true, no cellular part of the me that loved Buck remains. But somehow, love remains.”
― Constance Wu, Making a Scene

“Her story doesn’t end the the scene ends. She has a future. She has a history. That’s what I’m trying to do with this book. To tell the story of my own inner girl, you know? Give her a few more scenes.”
― Constance Wu, Making a Scene

“I chuckle when I think of how my dreams used to be so big. Little did I know how much better the small things would be: The plain beauty of the breakfast table—my daughter’s two-toothed grin, food on her face and all over the floor.”
― Constance Wu, Making a Scene

“The only way to not cry is to stay silent and angry, so that's what she does.”
― Constance Wu, Making a Scene

“I once heard that every seven years you are biologically a completely different person, on a cellular level. Some cells, like skin cells, turn over frequently, and others, like brain cells or bone cells, last longer, years. But all of our cells eventually die and are replaced by new ones. The longest-lasting cells in a human body live around seven years, so once they re gone, once the longest-surviving cells in your body have turned over and been replaced, and your skin and hair and blood cells have already turned over many thousands of times, you are biologically a different person. No physical cells of the old you remain. If that's true, no cellular part of the me that loved Buck remains. But somehow, love remains.”
― Constance Wu

“So I dug my heels in, face burning, and repeated: no. Even if it was assholery, at least I'd get to choose assholery.”
― Constance Wu, Making a Scene