and partly because she went to Yale and married the class president and blasts the socials with pics of their exotic vacations and announcements of their children’s accomplishments

My book is really about loneliness and alienation (like all my favorite books), but politics comes up in it because everyone is obsessed with politics now.

This is what I was waiting for. I all but cry, but I don’t.

He says that’s how all rock stars die.

"Mostly I think Spleen is about celebrating our friendship. It's a love that needs to be emphasized more widely rather than romantic love. Spleen is also a fantasy escape that gives us agency in ways we don't have in reality."

I should have asked John why he was so unhappy. I should have done more than write that stupid note that was all about me and nothing about him.

she keeps her secrets as easily as she takes off her white
gloves

The “death of the mother” is trying to do two things: the first is a nod to family abolition and the death of the mother within a capitalistic context. And the second is explicitly thinking through “mothers” dying during childbirth or dying because they are unable to receive care for abortion.

When you get out of Bellvue, they just discharge you and won’t even tell you where you are,

But the merch guy was always your ticket in.

It’s not necessarily loneliness that I feel but rather a burgeoning propensity toward violence.

Time makes pills of us all

Oh. No. I prefer fat men and fingernail clippers.

Us—playing God, getting got.

I taste cigarette in her mouth.

I went in every Manhattan bookstore looking for The Cows by Lydia Davis.

'Let's all go down to the river' I said...

Lippens, like most writers and artists in general, occupies this space slightly distanced from the commotion of the world.

I can’t read in Farsi but I taught him how to say kiss, my flower, small, my heart and now the florists know

I wanted to feel like a domestic woman, like the kind of woman who made salmon and vegetables before going out. Then I was that woman because I’d tried to be her.