Niah

“Sure,” I nod. “Occam’s razor. That’s how I feel about writing. I like writing that’s simple. Plainly stated observations, no fluff. I don’t wanna hear, ‘It was the kind of gray morning with air so frigid that it makes your bones wail like a creaking staircase. I wanna hear: ‘It was a cold Tuesday. My bones hurt.’ Get to the point, you know?”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“And what is connection, really, if not shared judgment?”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“I’m used to the person I’m dating, or sleeping with, or whatever it is, telling me all the things I ought to know instead of getting to know me. It’s how men, or boys, or both, communicate. They quote and they riff and they rant and they explain and they explain and they explain.”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“Age is irrelevant in grief; at issue is not how old he was but how loved.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Notes on Grief