My breath in the cold air was bleach that accidentally spilled on a black t-shirt.

- Heather O'Neill

I had a ludicrous childhood, but I feel that I was able to profit from a lot of the idiotic and unfortunate things that happened to me by turning the…

- Heather O'Neill

The real first kiss is the one that tells you what it feels like to be an adult and doesn't let you be a child anymore. The first kiss is the one tha…

- Heather O'Neill

Your superhuman power was to be able not to feel. Is it there inside everybody, this self that comes out while you are in captivity? You become the c…

- Heather O'Neill

In Lullabies, I wanted to capture what I remembered of the drunken babbling of unfortunate twelve-year-olds: their illusions, their ludicrously bad c…

- Heather O'Neill

Love is a big and wonderful idea, but life is made up of small things. As a kid, you have nothing to do with the way the world is run; you just have …

- Heather O'Neill

We were broke in a way that only kids can be broke. Our toes were black with dye from wearing boots that weren't waterproof. We had infected ear lobe…

- Heather O'Neill

On of the reasons that I wanted to study literature was because it exposed everything. Writers looked for secrets that had never been mined. Every wr…

- Heather O'Neill

In the temporary illumination of the headlights, the insects were scribbling out messages from God that we couldn't get.

- Heather O'Neill