dialogue prompts from how to be eaten: a novel by maria adelmann.
people know of you, but do they know you?
'absolute honesty' sounds like 'total crap', to me.
i do wonder what you've all heard about me.
i am just, in general, very hurt.
i know people don't like me.
whatever you heard, maybe it's not the whole story.
you can sell anything, if you know how to package it.
life shouldn't be lived behind a screen.
everything i have, i earned.
no pain without pleasure.
i should have known something was wrong.
what twenty-something hasn't fallen for some creepy asshole?
i wasn't special before this and i'm not special now.
i exist beyond your human concept of gender.
don't tell me that you liked me for my personality.
men don't have to pretend to be good.
when people recognize me, they cross the street.
i don't have much room to call anyone else crazy.
nobody listens to what they don't want to hear.
do you really believe me? i don't blame you, if you don't.
i wouldn't waste a lot of time trying to figure out who believes you.
i was too tired to be afraid; or else, i was afraid all the time.
self-care is a neoliberal trap.
you need everything to be all fucked up.
i'm tired of treating you like shit.
i wouldn't even pay me to sleep with me.
a kid couldn't make up something like that.
you always need to be the most interesting person in the room.
thanks, mom, but i can take care of myself.
it's funny, how they can doubt you and blame you in the same breath.
you're always involved in some weirdo catastrophe.
it's easier to see the big picture when you're not involved.
it's easy to pretend you're too cool for something when you already have it.
one morning i tried to diy a sundial.
it's not so bad, kid. come out here and talk to me.
i wasn't actually trying to hurt you. i mean, physically.
if you lose your dignity while winning the game, have you really won?
i think martinis taste like pine trees.
it would've been good tv, but it was just real life.
i try not to waste too much time wanting things.
rich kids are 'inventive'. poor kids just lie.
there will always be a bunch of assholes who don't believe you.
not everything is a love story.
you have a lot of nightmares. what are they about?
where have you broken? where have you healed?
do you think you're capable of love?
i wanted to be me without the context.
my reputation has never been about me.
you look just like your picture.
what if, for some of us, moving on involves finding good in the bad?
talent doesn't mean as much as people pretend it does.
nothing's free and everything is sellable.
there are so many ways to be torn in half.
what would you do if you had money?
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