32 Quotes by Tiffany Baker

I looked at my sister’s white knees nestled together like a pair of Brenda’s eggs and had the urge, not for the first time, to crack her right open. I wanted to pick her ribs apart until I got to the messy center of her – surely somewhere inside my sister there must be some sort of mess, I thought – and dip my fingers in.

Tabitha’s quilt was more than pieces of fabric sewn together. It was a patchwork of souls.

If there was one thing Brenda Dyerson was good at, she knew it, was cooking up the scraps destiny had laid out on its plates for her.

Even back then, I guess, I suspected that sometimes the only available choice in life is to spit on death and run.

We see what we want to see in life, regardless of whether it’s really in front of us or not...

Isn’t that part of love, I wanted to ask, carrying someone else’s ghosts for them?

What I really wanted to do was linger in the tidy lines that Marcus had scored into the earth. I wanted to sit in the exact center of the spiral and wait for the plants to unfurl themselves. I wanted them to climb and rove over my limbs until I burst into bloom with them.

At night, the valleys of my body curve around him, creating a geography I never knew existed before, where size is relative and more is always better, and I can’t seem to get enough of it.

Sometimes I think I collect souls to make up for the ones I’ve lost over the course of my life.