Rebecca

“One hundred years ago, her cat might have been called Mittens or Pussywillow. Now her cat was called Dr. Butthole. There was no way out of it. “Dr. Butthole,” she called at night, almost in despair, until he trotted to the door with the bright feathers of her dignity clinging to his lips and disappeared in his alternating stripes over the threshold.”
― Patricia Lockwood, No One Is Talking About This

“Second, my cancer diagnosis according to which I’d be dead not too long after that. PM. Priest came with soggy offerings of comfort. God is the most uninteresting answer to the most interesting questions”
― Hernan Diaz, Trust

“It was unclear to her whether this was a song that had already existed and she was trying to remember or whether it was a song in the process of making itself inside her head. But she felt being alone in the dark would help her figure it out. You didn’t have to feel bad about playing the wrong keys if you couldn’t see them in the first place.”
― Kelly Link, The Book of Love

“She had become famous for a post that said simply, Can a dog be twins? That was it. Can a dog be twins? It had recently reached the stage of penetration where teens posted the cry-face emoji at her. They were in high school. They were going to remember “Can a dog be twins?”
― Patricia Lockwood, No One Is Talking About This