Books

The liberating thing about publishing an essay collection before you are a fully formed person is that there is nothing to fear. You have no readers. No experience. No memories of doing it before. No wounds. The bad thing about publishing an essay collection at twenty-five, when the frontal lobe has barely finished developing, is there is nothing to fear. No readers. No experience. No memories of doing it before. No wounds.

Chloe Caldwell, I’ll Tell You In Person

"Sometimes I think I'm the only one in our neighborhood with any worthwhile dreams. I have two, and there's no reason to be ashamed of either one. I want to kill Vadim. And I want to write a book about my mother."

from Broken Glass Park, by Alina Bronsky

"At some point you realize you aren't waiting anymore for your life to start. Your life's happening right now, and it's pretty dull."

Problems, Jade Sharma

It’s you I love , she wanted to say. I want us to get married. She touched his shin with her fingers. I even love your shins.

Pretend I’m Dead

"Sonia hesitates. Could a two-year-old poison tea? Could she poison imaginary tea? Sonia takes her cup, but doesn't pretend to sip, just holds it in her lap."

-Paula Bomer, Nine Months