Marisa Crane

I’m just a broken person looking for other broken people who may have gotten shards of me stuck in their feet and aren’t too concerned about pulling them out.

Standing on the doorstep of desire, I hold this bouquet like a gun and these vows like a petition for the death penalty.

Don’t ever let anyone keep your heart on a shelf just to take it down whenever it is convenient for them to feel.

I’m slipping. I’m made of departed dreams and a stubborn fog that feels nothing like a veil.

And all the while I thought I was drowning, I was actually the one holding my head under the water.

This is not new territory. Stop lights like lullabies write my eulogy.

Wear the old coat and buy the new book.

The meaning of life is to find your gift. The purpose of life is to give it away.

Sometimes you have to make the right decision, and sometimes you have to make the decision right.

What you do speaks so loudly that I cannot hear what you say

Like all things vast and beautiful, I want to know the depths of which you exist. It has never been enough to wade in the shallows.

Life’s three best teachers: heartbreak, empty pocket, failures.

Most conversations are simply monologues delivered in the presence of witnesses.

The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.

If the world comes to an end, I want to be in Cincinnati. Everything comes there ten years later.

You’ll turn out ordinary if you’re not careful.

To cease smoking is the easiest thing I ever did; I ought to know because I’ve done it a thousand times.

I have 100 percent Bronx pride like it’s a country like I AM the Bronx.

Wagon Train was on. It seemed to be beaming in from some foreign country. I shut that off, too, and went into another room, a windowless one with a painted door – a dark cavern with a floor-to-ceiling library. I switched on the lamps. The place had an overpowering presence of literature and you couldn’t help but lose your passion for dumbness.

We confess our little faults to persuade people that we have no large ones.

The miracle, or the power, that elevates the few is to be found in their industry, application, and perseverance under the prompting of a brave, determined spirit.