Status Updates From My Story: Memorias de Maril...

Kindness is the strangest thing to find in a lover—or in anybody. Johnny’s kindness made him seem the most wonderful human being I’d ever met.[...]My heart ached with gratitude, and I would have cut my head off for him. But the love he hoped for wasn’t in me. You might as well try to make yourself fly as to make yourself love.

After he left, I cried all night, not over what he had said but over what I had to do. I had to leave him.The moment I thought it, I realized I’d known it for a long time. That’s why I’d been sad—and desperate. That’s why I had tried to make myself more and more beautiful for him, why I had clung to him as if I were half mad. Because I had known it was ending.[...]To love without hope is a sad thing for the heart.

"When you’re young,you can plan on Monday to commit suicide, and by Wednesday you’re laughing again.[...]I was still flying from that world, and it was still around me.It was while I lay on this ocean bottom, figuring never to see daylight again, that I fell in love for the first time.[...]hoisted me into the air, and stood me on my feet looking at the world as if i'd just been born"

"When I just wrote “this is the end of Norma Jean,” [...] Because this sad, bitter child who grew up too fast is hardly ever out of my heart. [...] She keeps saying, “I never lived, I was never loved,” and often I get confused and think it’s I who am saying it."