Rachel Gerbick

“Ted remained seated at the kitchen table, marveling at how big the emptiness inside him felt, and how the smallest thing, a sideways word from his father, could tear it open, and how the smallest thing, a kiss from his father, stitched it up in light.”
― David Duchovny, Bucky F*cking Dent

“...this one, hoarding, heartbreaking expression of love that would have only made Marty's self-inflicted wounds deeper, was enough. This is how love kills.”
― David Duchovny, Bucky F*cking Dent

“Hope,’ he said. ‘Damn thing never leaves you alone.”
― Kazuo Ishiguro, Klara and the Sun

“They could barely see each other. It was safe to love each other in the dark, Ted thought. They couldn't see how badly they loved each other, how they always botched it, didn't have to own that chasm of need. Ted felt his father's soul open up to the kiss like one of those plants that only grow at night, he thought, without any irony. A nightshade. My father the nightshade.”
― David Duchovny, Bucky F*cking Dent