“Because I just don't really care about what the liquid in my glass says about me anymore. I'd like to tell you it's because sobriety cured my need for specialness. I'd like to tell you I invented the stapler and can start fires with my mind. But no.” SobrietySpecialness Book:Nothing Good Can Come from This Source: Nothing Good Can Come from This
“Can you ask the bartender to make me something nonalcoholic that isn't sweet?'... What he got was a coupe glass filled with something that tasted a little like tea, a little like soda, and a lot like belonging. It was delicious.” DeliciousNonalcoholic Book:Nothing Good Can Come from This Source: Nothing Good Can Come from This
“Do you hate me?' I asked. He smiled, his eyes made a slightly paler blue with tears in them. 'You're asking if I hate you for being a woman with a fuckload of unruly feelings?' I nodded. 'No I don't hate you,' he said. 'Jesus baby. Why would I want anything else?' And I stared at him, enthralled.” FeelingsHate Book:Nothing Good Can Come from This Source: Nothing Good Can Come from This