135 Quotes by Julie Buxbaum

Just so you know, I realize that what happened is not in any way okay, but I think we're going to have to pretend like it is.Because it wasn't okay and never will be. We will power through it; I will continue to power through it-all the stagnant, soul-crushing grief-but it will never be okay that my mom is not here.

Principal Hoch would pose this question, which is both idiomatic and rhetorical. What are we going to do with you? Like I was a group project.Just once I’d like the answer to be: nothing.Just once I’d like the answer to be: You are just fine as is.Just once I’d like the question not to be asked in the first place.

I realize we all walk around pretending we have some control over our fate, because to recognize the truth--that no matter what we do, the bottom will fall out when we least expect it--is just too unbearable to live with.

I don’t know what to say to this. David Drucker has a theory about my metaphorical radio waves.

I also have a list of favorite noises. It has one item on it: Kit's laugh.

I ask this question a lot—Does that make sense?—usually to my family, because I appreciate clarity and assume others do as well... we just assume other people understand what we are talking about. That we are, as the idiom goes, on the same wavelength. In my experience, we are not.

I sometimes forget that you're just a teenager. But I remember that - how everything feels bigger or, I don't know, somehow just more when you're your age.

These aren't physics notes. This is art. Seriously, you didn't have to do this.""Seriously, I wanted to," I say."Well, thank you. Seriously," she says.More banter, which may be my new favorite word.

I mean , I never even had to really come out to my parents. They always knew, and it was always okay. Or not even okay, better than that. Not something that had to be evaluated at all. It just was. Like having brown hair.