Libby Day: The truly frightening flaw in humanity is our capacity for cruelty - we all have it.
Libby Day: I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ. Slit me at my belly and it might slide out, meaty and dark, drop on the floor so you could stomp on it.
Libby Day: Don't be discouraged - every relationship you have is a failure, until you find the right one.
Libby Day: I felt something loosen in me, that shouldn't have loosened. A stitch come undone.
Libby Day: I was not a lovable child, and I'd grown into a deeply unlovable adult. Draw a picture of my soul, and it'd be a scribble with fangs.
Libby Day: I am not angry or sad or happy to see you. I could not give a shit. You don't even ripple.
Libby Day: It was surprising that you could spend hours in the middle of the night pretending things were okay, and know in thirty seconds of daylight that simply wasn't so.
