An Abundance of Katherines

“They’re just jealous,” she said. But Colin knew better. They weren’t jealous. He just wasn’t likable. Sometimes it’s that simple.

“Everywhere man blames nature and fate, yet his fate is mostly but the echo of his character and passions, his mistakes and weaknesses.”

Crying adds something: crying is you, plus tears.

Words are not static. Language shapes our memories, and it is also shaped by our memories.

But she left anyway, and he was alone in his room, searching out anagrams for mymissingpiece in a vain attempt to fall asleep.

Democritus: “Everywhere man blames nature and fate, yet his fate is mostly but the echo of his character and passions, his mistakes and weaknesses.”

Formerly a prodigy. Formerly full of potential. Currently full of shit.”

But mothers lie. It’s in the job description.

He liked all books, because he liked the mere act of reading, the magic of turning scratches on a page into words inside his head.

I’m what I need to be at any moment to stay above the ground but below the radar. The only sentence that begins with ‘I’ that’s true of me is I’m full of shit.