Marisol

“It was a spring day, the sort that gives people hope: all soft winds and delicate smells of warm earth. Suicide weather.”
― Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted

“...most of all, we wish that everyone we knew could be brightened simply by our looking at them...”
― Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted

“Twenty-five chocolate chip cookies would be the perfect dinner.”
― Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted

“It never stopped, even at night, it was our lullaby. It was our metronome, our pulse. It was our lives measured out in doses slightly larger than those famous coffee spoons. Soup spoons, maybe? Dented tin spoons brimming with what should have been sweet but was sour, gone off, gone by without our savouring it: our lives”
― Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted