
This was a place of deep silence and brooding shadows, and the gods who lived here had no names.
I don’t like telephones. People think they can speak to you willy-nilly.
This isn’t a minor improvisation. This is a fucking shitstorm.

All of us as women have a friend, or a relative, or have gone through [some kind of abuse] ourselves. There are all of these playful sort of comments on Big Little Lies about women’s manipulation or women’s dirty secrets, but in fact the biggest little lie is how we carry shame about what men have done. We have to learn to use our voice to protect ourself and each other, because there is no shame in what another person has done to us, and it’s time to defend ourselves and demand to be treated with respect. That’s such a profound thought—I just felt privileged to be a part of that story.
What is more basic than the need to be known? It is the entirety of intimacy, the elixir of love, this knowing.
- Audrey Niffenegger, Her Fearful Symmetry (via prettybindings)







