Artist colonies are notorious for breaking up marriages and housing affairs.

— Kerry Cohen

He hoots as he passes. Another one whistles. I know this is stupid, inviting trouble. But it feels so good to be wanted, I can't help myself.

— Kerry Cohen

I begin to learn there are certain things I shouldn't tell her. Like when we meet boys at Dorian's and I give mine a blow job, or the time I messed around with a boy in the back near the bathrooms. Amy wants to be intimate with boys too, but to her this kind of conduct is slutty. I suppose it is. She, like most girls, including the Jennifer's, has a different relationship to boys than I do. She engages in sexual acts with them if she wants, but from my vantage point it looks like she can take them or leave them if they are not just right. Furthermore, she considers whether she actually likes someone before she jumps into bed with him. Furthermore, she isn't wracked with anxiety when there aren't any boys around. And she doesn't need them to live, which is what it feels like for me.

— Kerry Cohen

I don’t want to be in pain anymore. I want to be done, to be left unburdened and naked, to tear the hurt off my body like layers of clothes. At the end of the trail I stop and bend forward, hands on my knees, to catch my breath. I’m not healed, but for this moment, I’m better.

— Kerry Cohen

I heard that the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.

— Kerry Cohen

It's just I'd rather sleep through the days, so I'll be awake for the nights, when the boys are out.

— Kerry Cohen