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“The goat convulses in my arms, and Dorothy starts laughing. Then she puts her arm up and juts her chin out, like she’s about to start doing the Dance of the Cuckolded Woodland Sprite, and I start laughing. She’s laughing, and I’m laughing, and I swear to Gods I’m the luckiest man in the world. I look at her, lit by fire, caked in blood, scored by the Shrieking of the Chorus and the wailing of a dying goat, and I wish I could marry her again. I wish I could marry her a hundred thousand times.”
― Raphael Bob-Waksberg, Someone Who Will Love You in All Your Damaged Glory

“and the man now listed in your phone as “DO NOT CALL HIM” were ever so foolish as to refer to as “home.”
― Raphael Bob-Waksberg, Someone Who Will Love You in All Your Damaged Glory

“What happened to our society to make it so we view damaged things as somehow incomplete? On the contrary, I, for one, believe it is damage that makes us whole.”
― Raphael Bob-Waksberg, Someone Who Will Love You in All Your Damaged Glory

“I don’t think you really love me; I think you’re just terrified of being alone,”
― Raphael Bob-Waksberg, Someone Who Will Love You in All Your Damaged Glory