Marisa Crane

Hurricanes are named after people, baby, and I hope you know that falling in love with me will be so much more treacherous than boarding up the windows and waiting for me to pass.

What I mean is you make the world less ugly just by living in it.

The love we shared is a paper town on a map we drew ourselves, drunk and fucked and needing to be more than we were.

I lie and tell you I had a dream about you last night, so it makes it more socially acceptable to reach out to someone I haven’t spoken to in years.

Blood banks are all closed; you can’t use others to keep you warm.

It occurred to me that love, simply stated, is replacing the need to always be right with the need to be understanding.

It’s not that I’m so smart, it’s just that I stay with problems longer.

I have survivor’s curiosity, I guess.

Don’t go through life, GROW through life.

There is no sadder sight than a young pessimist, except an old optimist.

We don’t see the things the way they are. We see things the way WE are.

In the end, you’re just a renter anyway. You only own these things for as long as you live. After that, who knows? If I live until I’m 80, I’ll have 30 more years of collecting. If the collection is big enough, I’ll build a museum. And if not, I’ll leave it to a museum.

No, I’m not anguished and tormented.

Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.

I can only say that I have had a wonderful life.

Do you realize if it weren’t for Edison we’d be watching TV by candlelight?

Good breeding consists in concealing how much we think of ourselves and how little we think of the other person.

Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

Imitate, assimilate and innovate.

Everything in life I’ve worked hard for; what makes you think I’d do you different?

Above all else, I would choose you. When there’s no more grand gestures, no more words to say, when everything around us begins to give way, when the sky grows dim and the colors fade, I will choose you.