Devan Miller

“Lately she had been having this strange experience of waking up in the middle of the night not knowing who she was—that was the only way to describe it. The feeling wasn’t figurative, but literal: when she looked around her bedroom in Tribeca, she didn’t recognize her life. How had she become so old, so young? It was as if she had taken over the body of another character—one who was a wife and a mother—and was now expected to play its part. But recently the lines of dialogue had diminished, and what she had been left with was a set of camera angles and stage directions and a script that she couldn’t remember ever having been given.”
― Grant Ginder, So Old, So Young

“She was a human being. No single one of those identities would ever contain her. Instead she was going to wake up every day, and smile at her husband, and privately wonder whether he was the best or worst decision of her life.”
― Grant Ginder, So Old, So Young

“I bite my tears down as I beg for him to fuck me harder and harder and harder, secretly hoping that if he fucks me hard enough, he'll fuck the resentment right out of me. He never does.”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“She thought about how strange time was - the sly way it had of making things precious.”
― Grant Ginder, So Old, So Young