13 Quotes by Kate Walbert

How can you possibly reconcile the great inequities of gender – coupled with the perversions of age and the randomness of everything?

Thank you for listening, he wrote.Dear Beautiful, he wrote.I know I can trust you, he wrote.I think of you all day, he wrote.I wonder how you taste, he wrote.Secret-keeper, he wrote.

No, I say. In no moral universe would this not be a crime, I say.I was a child, I tell him.Shame on you, I say. Shame on you, I say. Shame on you.And he laughs and reaches out for me.“You are cute as pie when you’re angry,” he says.“Come here,” he says.“How old are you again?” he says.“Close your eyes,” he says.

I don’t know how others reconcile what happened before with what happens now. For me, the past is a cool, dark pond in which I will always stand partially submerged. That’s just the way it is.

So here is what actually happened, what happens still: the scene on its parallel track to now, to me: linear and constant, never passing into the past, never speeding into the future.

Do you think we are truly ever old?” she says. “I mean, inside ourselves, old? Ready to be old?

Everyone always believes him to be the person they think he is, which in truth is no one

-they were all so clearly portraits of the kind of girl who should be mourned, who should be missed given her do-goodness, her smile, her kindness toward others, and not portraits of any actual girl I knew.

In another landscape, a line of spruce in the distance would appear an inkblot, a punctuation to the endless grey sentence of the morning.