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darinakh12 апреля 2023 г.I’d been writing about food. Everyone in food seemed to know everyone else; it was one long human centipede of fuckwittery, where not only was everyone suddenly a writer or a celebrity, but also chefs and sommeliers and even bloody butchers were stars, crossing oceans and running symposiums, Facebooking and tweeting and Snapchatting about the whole incestuous, writhing mess. It was an ugly, self-cannibalizing machine of gratuitous glad-handing, but who am I to buck convention when convention serves me.Читать далее9367
darinakh11 апреля 2023 г.I loved him, I suppose, but it was the love of an itchy sweater that looks too good on you to throw it away. Every time you slip into that sweater, you know you’re going to get compliments and admiring glances, and every moment you’re alone, you’re going to scratch your flesh raw.9343
darinakh13 апреля 2023 г.Alex was a man so good he was good enough for us both, and I don’t like good people. Good is round as a spoon. There’s no edge in good.8326
darinakh13 апреля 2023 г.We talk about love like it’s an involuntary act. We fall into love, like a hole, a puddle, an elevator shaft. We never step mindfully into love. Love, we seem to think, requires a loss of control; love necessitates that vertiginous giving over to gravity; love wants you to have no choice. Your heart thumps because there’s danger and adrenaline in love. You lose yourself in love because you’ve displaced yourself.8304
darinakh13 апреля 2023 г.Women have to work so much harder than men to appear half as convincing.8255
darinakh10 апреля 2023 г.I don’t believe that everything happens for a reason—things happen because we make them happen—but sometimes the mystic reaches its long fingers through the ether and taps us on the breastplate.8255
darinakh10 апреля 2023 г.Nostalgia for knowing nothing is asinine; you can’t recapture it and you don’t want to relive it. Better to sing a song of experience with your burning tiger’s heart.8252
LikaRamzy19 июля 2022 г.Some men need to witness female anger to believe in that woman’s love. Some women need to get angry to experience that love. Some people grow together like horrible species of lichen. My parents, I learned, were precisely this kind of symbiotic organism.
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VellaryV14 мая 2022 г.Кажется, я даже любила его. Так, как могла любить кусачий свитер, который мне слишком уж к лицу и потому выбросить его невозможно. И всякий раз, надевая его, я получаю восторженные взгляды и комплименты, а снимая, расчёсываю тело до крови.8290