4 Quotes by Kristi Coulter

Do you hate me?' I asked.He smiled, his eyes made a slightly paler blue with tears in them. 'You're asking if I hate you for being a woman with a fuckload of unruly feelings?'I nodded.'No I don't hate you,' he said. 'Jesus baby. Why would I want anything else?' And I stared at him, enthralled.

Because I just don't really care about what the liquid in my glass says about me anymore. I'd like to tell you it's because sobriety cured my need for specialness. I'd like to tell you I invented the stapler and can start fires with my mind. But no.

Yes, he had a temper that left at least one hole in our walls before he went to therapy and got a handle on it. But he treated me like a superhero princess and was also warm, responsible, hilarious, and kind to children and animals.

Can you ask the bartender to make me something nonalcoholic that isn't sweet?'... What he got was a coupe glass filled with something that tasted a little like tea, a little like soda, and a lot like belonging. It was delicious.