4 Quotes by Joseph Cassara

Shit,” Angel said. “The things we do for our men, can I get an amen on that? That is so fucked-up.

It made me so happy and so sad, but I mean that in a good way. That’s how I feel whenever I see something really beautiful. That’s how I know it’s beautiful.

She liked to imagine that the trees were reaching up to grab a piece of the sky, then they would curl themselves into a ball and sleep through the winter on a bed of four-hundred-thread-count Egyptian cotton, until spring, when they would doll up for the season’s next ball.

I would never let my queens ride inside a pumpkin or wear glass shoes. (Think of the corns on those damn feet! Glass does not breathe.)