Jeannette Walls: The Glass Castle

“I’d never met a man I would rather spend time with. I loved him for all sorts of reasons: He [sic] cooked without recipes; he wrote nonsense poems for his nieces; his large, warm family had accepted me as one of their own. And when I first showed him my scar, he said it was interesting. He used the word “textured.” He said “smooth” was boring but “textured” was interesting, and the scar meant that I was stronger than whatever it was that had tried to hurt me.”
(p.286, The Glass Castle. New York: Scribner, 2005)