37 Quotes by Patricia Lockwood

How do god fit him ass in them jeans when he is, in fact, Everywhere

It is sweet, sometimes, to hear cliches after long days of trying to say something new.

I fuckin eat silence of crickets for fun. I got life afterlife and a name like Baby. Every time I try to cry a teara new kittenhead grows out of me.

The half of her that is underwater would like to beunder a desk, the head of her that is underwaterwould like to be fully immersed.

I simply ate a fish-head, but fish-heads won't fillme now. Your attention is a fish-head,so throw it back into my new body, backinto the body climbing the stairs.

All my life I have overheard, all my life I have listened to what people will let slip when they think you are part of their we. A we is so powerful. It is the most corrupt and formidable institution on earth. Its hands are full of the crispest and most persuasive currency. Its mouth is full of received, repeating language. The we closes its ranks to protect the space inside it, where the air is different. It does not protect people. It protects its own shape.

Couldn't he see her arms all full of the sapphires of the instant?

He clenched his small fist, bellowed his rage to the heavens, and resolved to never again recognize the authority of any man on earth.

Most letters were love letters until they were not.