Ann Goldstein

When you haven’t been in the world long, it’s hard to comprehend what disasters are at the origin of a sense of disaster: maybe you don’t even feel the need to.

But in a confused way I felt that if I ran away with the others I would leave with her something of mine that she would never give back

Up or down, it seemed to us that we were always going toward something terrible that had existed before us yet had always been waiting for us, just for us