I'm no stranger to fucking up.

— Kathleen Glasgow

I'm tired and angry at me. For letting myself get smaller and smaller in the hopes that he would notice me more. But how can someone notice you if you keep getting smaller?

— Kathleen Glasgow

I think, Charlie, you have talent. I do. But I don't think you'll get far until you examine yourself and study. Until you let yourself be your subject. That's the exquisiteness of youth: you are allowed the luxury of vanity, of self-examination. Take it! Don't be ashamed of yourself.

— Kathleen Glasgow

I think Temple is wrong. I don't think I'd dig that kind of art party at all.

— Kathleen Glasgow

It is a though he is spreading a veil of protectiveness over me, and I am greedy for it.

— Kathleen Glasgow

Mickey holds up the soggy paper. DIE. Don't you die?

— Kathleen Glasgow

People aren't nice, people aren't nice, you should know that by now.

— Kathleen Glasgow

People should know about us. Girls who write their pain on their bodies. ~Louisa

— Kathleen Glasgow

Riley's sway as he disappeared down the alley, I recognized it. It wasn't booze. It was the thing that happened when a little too much got a little too messed up. They sway, it's what creeps over a person when they've begun to empty out and don't care enough to put anything back, to replace what has been lost.

— Kathleen Glasgow

That's how hearts get broken, you know. When you believe in promises.

— Kathleen Glasgow