Million Little Pieces Quotes by James Frey, Oprah Winfrey, Elizabeth Scott, Jamaica Kincaid and many others.
I think of how and why and what happened and the thoughts come easily, but the answers don’t.
I am disappointed by this controversy surrounding A Million Little Pieces because I rely on the publishers to define the category that a book falls within and also the authenticity of the work.
I would like to be soft and warm. I would be terrified to be that way. I could be hurt if I were soft and warm. I could be hurt by something other than myself. It is harder to be soft than it is to be hard. I could be hurt by something other than myself.
When I see you, the World stops. It stops and all that exists for me is you and my eyes staring at you. There’s nothing else. No noise, no other people, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow. The World just stops, and it is a beautiful place, and there is only you.
Let things be, let yourself be, let everything be and accept it as it is. Nothing more. Nothing less.
The wounds that never heal can only be mourned alone.
Part of me still loves. More of me doesn’t.
Even a second of freedom is worth more than a lifetime of bondage.
Coming after all the bullshit related to A Million Little Pieces, nobody was expecting anything from me. No publisher, no agent, no one. Just me and the book. It was great.
Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don’t work.
Are we biology or God or something higher? I know my heart beats and I listen to it. The beat is biology, but what is the song?
All of us started normal. All of us started out as functioning human beings with the potential to do almost anything we wanted, but somewhere along the paths of our lives, we got lost.
Little Alice, all hollowed out, so easy to smash into a million little pieces.
I feel strong. Not strong enough to face myself, but strong enough to keep going.
I stand, walk over to him, sit down on his bed, put my arms around him, hug him. He hugs me back strong and I can feel the shame coming through his arms. I am a Criminal and he is a Judge and I am white and he is black, but at this moment none of that matters. He is a man who needs a friends and I can be his friend.
I turn and I slowly walk away and I don’t look back. It has always been a fault of mine, but it is the way I am. I never look back. Never.
In my mind my obituary is done.It is done and it is right. It tells the truth and as awful as it can be, the truth is what matters. It is what I should be remembered by, if I’m remembered at all. Remember the truth. that is all that matters