“I used to think I was the strangest person in the worldbut then I thought, there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I doI would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too.well, I hope that if you are out there you read this and know that yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.”
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Rebecca Katherine Martin
“Well, it's simple to love someone," she said. "But it's hard to know when you need to say it out loud.” ― Rebecca Stead, When You Reach Me
“It’s life. You don’t figure it out. You just climb up on the beast and ride.” ― Rebecca Wells, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me, too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.” ― Rebecca Martin
“I try to believe," she said, "that God doesn't give you more than one little piece of the story at once. You know, the story of your life. Otherwise your heart would crack wider than you could handle. He only cracks it enough so you can still walk, like someone wearing a cast. But you've still got a crack running up your side, big enough for a sapling to grow out of. Only no one sees it. Nobody sees it. Everybody thinks you're one whole piece, and so they treat you maybe not so gentle as they could see that crack.” ― Rebecca Wells, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
“Well let’s get you back to hell before the devil realizes you’re not home.” ― Rebecca Donovan, Reason to Breathe
“Friends are supposed to act like harbor boats—let you know if you’re off course. But it ain’t always possible…” ― Rebecca Wells, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
“life is short but it is wide. this too shall pass.” ― Rebecca Wells, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
“How can I tell a story we already know too well? Her name was Africa. His was France. He colonized her, exploited her, silenced her, and even decades after it was supposed to have ended, still acted with a high hand in resolving her affairs in places like Côte d'Ivoire, a name she had been given because of her export products, not her own identity.Her name was Asia. His was Europe. Her name was silence. His was power. Her name was poverty. His was wealth. Her name was Her, but what was hers? His name was His, and he presumed everything was his, including her, and he thought be could take her without asking and without consequences. It was a very old story, though its outcome had been changing a little in recent decades. And this time around the consequences are shaking a lot of foundations, all of which clearly needed shaking.Who would ever write a fable as obvious, as heavy-handed as the story we've been given?...His name was privilege, but hers was possibility. His was the same old story, but hers was a new one about the possibility of changing a story that remains unfinished, that includes all of us, that matters so much, that we will watch but also make and tell in the weeks, months, years, decades to come.” ― Rebecca Solnit, Men Explain Things to Me
“Some women pray for their daughters to marry good husbands. I pray that my girls will find girlfriends half as loyal and true as the Ya-Yas.” ― Rebecca Wells, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
“She longed for porch friendship, for the sticky, hot sensation of familiar female legs thrown over hers in companionship. She pined for the girliness of it all, the unplanned, improvisational laziness. She wanted to soak the words 'time management' out of her lexicon. She wanted to hand over, to yield, to let herself float down the unchartered beautiful fertile musky swamp of life, where creativity and eroticism and deep intelligence dwell.” ― Rebecca Wells, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
“In her novel Regeneration, Pat Barker writes of a doctor who 'knew only too well how often the early stages of change or cure may mimic deterioration. Cut a chrysalis open, and you will find a rotting caterpillar. What you will never find is that mythical creature, half caterpillar, half butterfly, a fit emblem of the human soul, for those whose cast of mind leads them to seek such emblems. No, the process of transformation consists almost entirely of decay.” ― Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost
“Sidda can't help herself. She just loves books. Loves the way they feel, the way they smell, loves the black letters marching across the white pages...” ― Rebecca Wells, Little Altars Everywhere
“See, she goes places when she reads. I know all about that. When I'm reading, wherever I am, I'm always somewhere else.” ― Rebecca Wells, Little Altars Everywhere
“Whoa, Rebecca," Talia said smiling even wider, "Walking on the wild side, are we?"Raisa seemed to think the situation needed more explaining. "He - uh - I'm tutoring him.""She is," Han said solemnly. "She's very good. I'm learning a lot."Pearlie snickered. "What's she teaching you?""Well," Han said, "we're jumping around a lot.” ― Cinda Williams Chima, The Exiled Queen
“She used to say she could taste sleep and that it was as delicious as a BLT on fresh French bread.” ― Rebecca Wells, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
“But who has time to write memoirs? I’m still living my memoirs.” ― Rebecca Wells, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
“I think a lot about queer villains, the problem and pleasure and audacity of them. I know I should have a very specific political response to them. I know, for example, I should be offended by Disney’s lineup of vain, effete ne’er-do-wells (Scar, Jafar), sinister drag queens (Ursula, Cruella de Vil), and constipated, man-hating power dykes (Lady Tremaine, Maleficent). I should be furious at Downton Abbey’s scheming gay butler and Girlfriend’s controlling, lunatic lesbian, and I should be indignant about Rebecca and Strangers on a Train and Laura and The Terror and All About Eve, and every other classic and contemporary foppish, conniving, sissy, cruel, humorless, depraved, evil, insane homosexual on the large and small screen. And yet, while I recognize the problem intellectually—the system of coding, the way villainy and queerness became a kind of shorthand for each other—I cannot help but love these fictional queer villains. I love them for all of their aesthetic lushness and theatrical glee, their fabulousness, their ruthlessness, their power. They’re always by far the most interesting characters on the screen. After all, they live in a world that hates them. They’ve adapted; they’ve learned to conceal themselves. They’ve survived.” ― Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House
“I have been to the edge and lived to tell the tale..” ― Rebecca Wells, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
“Well, it's simple to love someone," she said. "But it's hard to know when you need to say it out loud.” ― Rebecca Stead, When You Reach Me
“It’s life. You don’t figure it out. You just climb up on the beast and ride.” ― Rebecca Wells, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me, too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.” ― Rebecca Martin
“I try to believe," she said, "that God doesn't give you more than one little piece of the story at once. You know, the story of your life. Otherwise your heart would crack wider than you could handle. He only cracks it enough so you can still walk, like someone wearing a cast. But you've still got a crack running up your side, big enough for a sapling to grow out of. Only no one sees it. Nobody sees it. Everybody thinks you're one whole piece, and so they treat you maybe not so gentle as they could see that crack.” ― Rebecca Wells, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
“Well let’s get you back to hell before the devil realizes you’re not home.” ― Rebecca Donovan, Reason to Breathe
“Friends are supposed to act like harbor boats—let you know if you’re off course. But it ain’t always possible…” ― Rebecca Wells, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
“life is short but it is wide. this too shall pass.” ― Rebecca Wells, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
“How can I tell a story we already know too well? Her name was Africa. His was France. He colonized her, exploited her, silenced her, and even decades after it was supposed to have ended, still acted with a high hand in resolving her affairs in places like Côte d'Ivoire, a name she had been given because of her export products, not her own identity.Her name was Asia. His was Europe. Her name was silence. His was power. Her name was poverty. His was wealth. Her name was Her, but what was hers? His name was His, and he presumed everything was his, including her, and he thought be could take her without asking and without consequences. It was a very old story, though its outcome had been changing a little in recent decades. And this time around the consequences are shaking a lot of foundations, all of which clearly needed shaking.Who would ever write a fable as obvious, as heavy-handed as the story we've been given?...His name was privilege, but hers was possibility. His was the same old story, but hers was a new one about the possibility of changing a story that remains unfinished, that includes all of us, that matters so much, that we will watch but also make and tell in the weeks, months, years, decades to come.” ― Rebecca Solnit, Men Explain Things to Me
“Some women pray for their daughters to marry good husbands. I pray that my girls will find girlfriends half as loyal and true as the Ya-Yas.” ― Rebecca Wells, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
“She longed for porch friendship, for the sticky, hot sensation of familiar female legs thrown over hers in companionship. She pined for the girliness of it all, the unplanned, improvisational laziness. She wanted to soak the words 'time management' out of her lexicon. She wanted to hand over, to yield, to let herself float down the unchartered beautiful fertile musky swamp of life, where creativity and eroticism and deep intelligence dwell.” ― Rebecca Wells, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
“In her novel Regeneration, Pat Barker writes of a doctor who 'knew only too well how often the early stages of change or cure may mimic deterioration. Cut a chrysalis open, and you will find a rotting caterpillar. What you will never find is that mythical creature, half caterpillar, half butterfly, a fit emblem of the human soul, for those whose cast of mind leads them to seek such emblems. No, the process of transformation consists almost entirely of decay.” ― Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost
“Sidda can't help herself. She just loves books. Loves the way they feel, the way they smell, loves the black letters marching across the white pages...” ― Rebecca Wells, Little Altars Everywhere
“See, she goes places when she reads. I know all about that. When I'm reading, wherever I am, I'm always somewhere else.” ― Rebecca Wells, Little Altars Everywhere
“Whoa, Rebecca," Talia said smiling even wider, "Walking on the wild side, are we?"Raisa seemed to think the situation needed more explaining. "He - uh - I'm tutoring him.""She is," Han said solemnly. "She's very good. I'm learning a lot."Pearlie snickered. "What's she teaching you?""Well," Han said, "we're jumping around a lot.” ― Cinda Williams Chima, The Exiled Queen
“She used to say she could taste sleep and that it was as delicious as a BLT on fresh French bread.” ― Rebecca Wells, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
“But who has time to write memoirs? I’m still living my memoirs.” ― Rebecca Wells, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
“I think a lot about queer villains, the problem and pleasure and audacity of them. I know I should have a very specific political response to them. I know, for example, I should be offended by Disney’s lineup of vain, effete ne’er-do-wells (Scar, Jafar), sinister drag queens (Ursula, Cruella de Vil), and constipated, man-hating power dykes (Lady Tremaine, Maleficent). I should be furious at Downton Abbey’s scheming gay butler and Girlfriend’s controlling, lunatic lesbian, and I should be indignant about Rebecca and Strangers on a Train and Laura and The Terror and All About Eve, and every other classic and contemporary foppish, conniving, sissy, cruel, humorless, depraved, evil, insane homosexual on the large and small screen. And yet, while I recognize the problem intellectually—the system of coding, the way villainy and queerness became a kind of shorthand for each other—I cannot help but love these fictional queer villains. I love them for all of their aesthetic lushness and theatrical glee, their fabulousness, their ruthlessness, their power. They’re always by far the most interesting characters on the screen. After all, they live in a world that hates them. They’ve adapted; they’ve learned to conceal themselves. They’ve survived.” ― Carmen Maria Machado, In the Dream House
“I have been to the edge and lived to tell the tale..” ― Rebecca Wells, Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
