Jo Berliner

“I lacked the courage or the knowledge to invent a self,”
― Patricia Lockwood, Priestdaddy: A Memoir

“Am certainly attentive to her but cautiously, without any impropriety that could be laid hold of. Yet my manners are certainly peculiar, not all masculine but rather softly gentleman-like. I know how to please girls.”
― Anne Lister, I Know My Own Heart: The Diaries, 1791-1840

“How am I still held by the code of silence? Why do I feel it's a betrayal to even write this down, these facts that float freely in the public domain? "Oh, a member of the media," as if the collection, arrangement, and publication of the facts is the real crime. Renata Adler wrote: " 'He has suffered enough' meant if we investigate this matter any further, it will turn out our friends are in it, too.”
― Patricia Lockwood, Priestdaddy

“What did those people teach you?" he asked me one night, mystified. "What exactly do Catholics believe?"

I'd been preparing my whole life for this question. "First of all, blood. BLOOD. Second of all, thorns. Third of all, put dirt on your forehead. Do it right now. Fourth of all, Martin Luther was a pig in a cloak. Fifth of all, Jesus is alive, but he's also dead, and he's also immortal, but he's also made of clouds, and his face is a picture of infinite peace, but he also always looks like one of those men in a headache commercial, because you'rec causing him so much suffering whenever you cuss. He is so gentle that sheep seem like demented murderers in his presence, but also rays of sunlight shoot out of his face so hard they can kill people. In fact, they do kill people, and one day they will kill you. He has a tattoo of a daisy on his lower back and he gets his hair permed every eight weeks. He's wearing a flowing white dress, but only because people didn't know about jeans back then. He's holding up two fingers because his dad won't let him have a gun. If he lived on earth, he would have a white truck, plastered with bumper stickers of Calvin peeing on a smaller Calvin who is not a Catholic."

Jason was aghast. "Thorns?" he whispered. "But that's the most dangerous part of the rose.”
― Patricia Lockwood, Priestdaddy