Stephanie A.

“She was the girl in the fairy tale, sleeping in a prison of thorns and roses. "Wake up," My Secret Agent Lover Man said, kissing her. But she was suffocated by roses that no one else saw -- only their shadows showed on her lips and around her eyes.”
― Francesca Lia Block, Weetzie Bat

“The problem with collecting other people's junk is you just don't know what to do with it when you don't want it anymore. You feel bad about throwing it to the curb. It's too much trouble to sell. So you keep it around, knowing if you can't redeem it, exactly, you've at least rescued it. Somewhat.”
― Lisa Samson, A Thing of Beauty

“All that heartbreak? It got us here.”
― Meg Leder, The Museum of Heartbreak

“How does dirt find its way into old houses like it does? Sometimes I think it's the house itself, old and disintegrating by degrees, breathing out sighs of itself, sighs longing for a little bit of notice.”
― Lisa Samson, A Thing of Beauty