Megan Nelson

“Finn didn’t even seem to care that he was dying,” I said. And it was true. Finn was as calm as ever right up to the very last time I saw him. “Don’t you know? That’s the secret. If you always make sure you’re exactly the person you hoped to be, if you always make sure you know only the very best people, then you won’t care if you die tomorrow.” “That doesn’t make any sense. If you were so happy, then you’d want to stay alive, wouldn’t you? You’d want to be alive forever, so you could keep being happy.” I reached over and tapped my ash into a pretty pottery dish that Toby was using for an ashtray. “No, no. It’s the most unhappy people who want to stay alive, because they think they haven’t done everything they want to do. They think they haven’t had enough time. They feel like they’ve been shortchanged.”
― Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell The Wolves I'm Home

“I mean, why did sex have to be so important? Why couldn’t people live together, spend their whole lives together, just because they liked each other’s company? Just because they liked each other more than they liked anyone else in the whole world?
If you found a person like that you wouldn’t have to have sex. You could just hold them, couldn’t you?”
― Carol Rifka Brunt , Tell the Wolves I'm Home

“I thought of all the different kinds of love. I could think of ten without even trying. The way parents love their kid, the way you love a puppy or chocolate ice cream or home or your favorite book or your sister. Or your uncle. There's those kinds of loves and then there's the other kind. The falling kind.”
― Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I'm Home

“Hm-hm-hm,” his laugh went. Like he’d swallowed the sun.”
― Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell The Wolves I'm Home