How’s my mom? My mother’s well, like a painting—a Motherwell... - Jarod Kintz, This is the best book I've ever written, and it still sucks

"An exercise in unknowing is not the same as not knowing or forgetting."

"Every night I cuddle with a blob of unbaked clay I fashioned in the shape of a woman. But that’s what being in love is all about."

"Nobody can make you feel ignorant but you—the you from before, the one who skipped school and slept in class. By you, of course, I mean me."

"If I knew what you’d do, exactly when you knew what you’d do, then I’d either be you or I’d be God. And we both know I’m not you."

"With my last breath, I’ll exhale my love for you. I hope it’s a cold day, so you can see what you meant to me."