
Introduction to the Body in Fairy Tales by Jeannine Hall Gailey
Accept what people offer. Drink their milkshakes. Take their love.
Nothing sounds idiotic if it’s wet enough.
It takes courage to say goodbye. To stare at a thing lost and know it is gone forever. Some tears are iron forged.
And life goes on, which seems kind of strange and cruel when you’re watching someone die.
I thought about all of the things that everyone ever says to each other, and how everyone is going to die, whether it’s in a millisecond, or days, or months, or 76.5 years, if you were just born. Everything that’s born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they’re all on fire, and we’re all trapped.
Sometimes you just have to jump out the window and grow wings on the way down.
I hadn’t realized how much I’d been needing to meet someone I might be able to say everything to.
Memories are dangerous things. You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you’ll find an edge to cut you.