Which Brings Me to You Quotes

“My own kind. I'm not sure there's a name for us. I suspect we're born this way: our hearts screwed in tight, already a little broken. We hate sentimentality and yet we're deeply sentimental. Low-grade Romantics. Tough but susceptible. Afflicted by parking lots, empty courtyards, nostalgic pop music. When we cried for no reason as babies, just hauled off and wailed, our parents seemed to know, instinctively, that it wasn't diaper rash or colic. It was something deeper that they couldn't find a comfort for, though the good ones tried mightily, shaking rattles like maniacs and singing, "Happy Birthday" a little louder than called for. We weren't morose little kids. We could be really happy.”
― Steve Almond, Which Brings Me to You

“I love men, the restlessness of their corrupted souls, the way they hide their heavy, murderous hearts, their sudden delicacies and small shocking acts of tenderness.”
― Steve Almond, Which Brings Me to You

“One of the reasons I hate Hollywood so much is that they portray the travails of teen life as so innocuous and fun loving, some kind of idyll before the mean business of adulthood. People forget how much it all hurts back then. Someone pinches you and you feel it in your bones. They don't want to face what a bunch of fragile sadists teenagers were. All these folks who acted all shocked and outraged when those kids in Columbine went off - where the hell did they go to high school?”
― Steve Almond, Which Brings Me to You

“Even if their supplies of love are finite, they've figured out that life is, too, and they're no longer rationing.”
― Julianna Baggott, Which Brings Me to You

“First, you hand over some basics--overwhelming joy, existential angst, a giving-in to desire, etc. And then you promise to withstand talking idly about the weather, to encourage cliché, to uphold the virtues of average. You hand over the need to be understood and, in return, you get a bar of Normal soap. And you can wash in it and be daily reborn to a safe world of modest, enduring love or, at least, mild, well-mannered bonding.”
― Julianna Baggott, Which Brings Me to You

“Time is a track that loops back on itself, where memories rattle like tin trains. How had I been spending my days, but in the whirl of memories?”
― Steve Almond, Which Brings Me to You

“And I knew that I loved him with more than a nod. I loved him with a rush of tenderness, a lion's share. (Is that ever enough?)
I wanted to survive. I had to. I never called.”
― Julianna Baggott, Which Brings Me to You

“When boys grow into men, their boyishness is still apparent each time they abandon themselves a little. I stretch against them sometimes--lovesickness, it is the same ache as homesickness for me--and I marvel. The length of their bodies, it's where I find my house, my old street, Ashbury Park and all of its yowling--men, they walk around carrying my country, my motherland, and they don't even know. They don't have the tiniest idea.”
― Julianna Baggott, Which Brings Me to You

“Isn’t there something you want to tell me, something filthy and lovely and true”
― Steve Almond, Which Brings Me to You

“I remember he said, “if you had a dick you’d be dangerous." It’s the kind of comment that sticks with a woman”
― Steve Almond, Which Brings Me to You

“I think we should use some other greeting. Something like ‘what the fuck?”
“Okay,” I said, “What the fuck?”
“Exactly. Right on. I love you.”
― Steve Almond, Which Brings Me to You

“his dick, for example, was just that. It wasn’t odd or typical. It just was, by god. And isn’t that nice?”
― Steve Almond, Which Brings Me to You

“The first time I let a girl go down on me, I came in my eye.”
― Steve Almond, Which Brings Me to You