Butter Honey Pig Bread Quotes

Life is an ambivalent lover. One moment, you are everything and life wants to consume you entirely. The next moment, you are an insignificant speck of nothing. Meaningless.

Death is only a doorway.

It’s something about being in love looking like all the things you’ve lost finding you once more.

I spent the summer cloaked in shame, seething with jealousy. I envied other women's bodies. i envied fat women who draped their luscious curves without any embarrassment, thighs quaking as they walked. I envied thin women lounging effortlessly in T-shirts and shorts, nothing pinching or pudging, just smooth skin over smooth muscle over delicate bones. I envied anyone who didn't hate their body. People who ate without hesitation or pre-emptive shame at how all those calories would stretch over their flesh. It was about beauty, yes, but it was also just about belonging. People treat you with kindness and an invitation to belong if they like the way you look.

There is a way that she can look up at you through heavy-lidded, dark wells for eyes. It will fill you with this unassailable desire to unburden her. She doesn't know it, but it was this very thing that endeared her to her lovers. The magnetic gravity of the planet that is her.

Before Kambirinachi, Banji was kind but never on time; he was generous but never on time; he listened attentively but, again, never on time. With his new lover, his internal clock shifted, or expanded. It grew to accommodate other people's rhythms. You could say that he became more considerate. Quite simply, he considered Kambirinachi before himself. Dangerous, yes. But tis also allowed him to consider his mother, sisters, friends, and colleagues with more generosity, too.

[S]he found her mother with broken ankles, a fractured right tibia, and a thoroughly implausible story about how she had not, in fact, jumped off the third-storey balcony.

The pay was decent enough for rent, food, transportation, and very meagre savings, but it did not suffice for weekly benders with seductive strangers because she insisted on living alone, drinking too much, was precious about the grade of weed she smoked, and liked organic butter.