Цитаты из книги Eileen

Вообще в том, что касается мужчин, я была дурочкой. В науке любви я прошла долгий путь, буквально стучась во все дома по дороге, прежде чем нашла то, что нужно. Теперь я наконец-то живу одна.

I couldn’t be bothered to deal with fixing things. I preferred to wallow in the problem, dream of better days.

I tell you this simply to put the gun into the scenery. It was there, from childhood until the end.

... отец предупредил меня, что самые опасные люди в тюрьме — это не преступники, а те самые люди, которые там трудятся.

I enjoyed having a set of clean instructions, following protocol. It gave me a sense of purpose, an easiness. It was a brief vacation from the loud, rabid inner curcuitry of my mind.

A grown woman is like a coyote — she can get by on very little. Men are more like house cats. Leave them alone for too long and they'll die of sadness.

But there was something so foreboding and gross about the hips, the buttocks, the thighs. And there was always sense that those parts would suck me into another worls if I studied them too closely. I simply couldn't navigate that territory. And at the time, I didn't believe my body was really mine to navigate. I figured that was what men were for.

It took me years to learn how to feed myself properly, or rather it took years to develop the desire to feed myself properly.

The idea that my brains could be untangled, straightened out, and thus refashioned into a state of peace and sanity was a comforting fantasy.

It's easy to tell the dirtiest minds — look for the cleanest fingernails.

Anyway, I don't trust those people who poke around sad people's minds and tell them how interesting it all is up there. It's not interesting. My mother was mean and that dog was nice. One doesn't need a college degree.

That is what I imagined life to be — one long sentence of waiting out the clock.

It also concerned me that my demise would have no great impact, that I could blow my head off and people would say, "That's all right. Let's get something to eat."

Other girls were married by my age, had children, settled. To say I didn't want all that would be too generous. All that simply wasn't available to me. It was beyond me.

I wasn't interested in rock 'n' roll back then — most rock songs made me want to slit my wrists, made me feel there was a wonderful party happening somewhere, and I was missing it.

I don't give a rat's ass what people think. But it is good if they think well of you. That has its advantages.

I wasn't interested in fun or popularity back then.

But there was nothing really so wrong or terrible about my aappearance. I was young and fine, average, I guess. But at the time I thought I was the worst — ugly, disgusting, unfit for the world. In such a state it seemed ridiculous to call attention to myself. I rarely wore jewelry, never perfume, and I didn't paint my nails.

I hated almost everything, I was very unhappy and angry all the time. I tried to control myself, and that only made me more awkward, unhappier, and angrier.

"God is a made-up story," our mother told us, "like Santa Claus. There is nobody watching you when you're alone. You decide for yourself what's right and wrong. There are no prizes for good little girls. If you want something, fight for it. Don't be a fool."