Cleopatra and Frankenstein

Когда самая темная часть тебя встречается с самой темной частью меня, рождается свет.

Everybody’s got a hungry heart. The trick is to learn when you’re eating to fill the heart instead of the stomach. Feeding the stomach, she said, is easy. That’s just diet. It’s learning how to feed the heart that’s hard.

She worried that she was one of those artists who care more about being an artist than they do about making art.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty-four. Old enough to smoke, if you were thinking of telling me not to."

"You are the perfect age to smoke," he said.

Wherever you are going, it is waiting for you.

Don’t even repeat it to yourself.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s humiliating.”
“Sweetheart, love is humiliating. Hasn’t anyone ever told you that?”
“Who would have told me that?”
“Do you know the word humiliate comes from the Latin root humus, which means ‘earth’? That’s how love is supposed to feel.”
“Like hummus?”
“Like earth. It grounds you. All this nonsense about love being a drug, making you feel high, that’s not real. It should hold you like the earth.”

Talented people were often unhappy, but unhappy people were not often talented. Frank always thought that Cleo's main gift was her way of being.

She was uniquely attractive, not just in her looks but in her essence. She had a way of bringing the light into a room with her, like a window being flung open.

"Are you masturbating?"

"What?"

"Masturbating," she says again. "It's the best sedative, you know. If you're not sleeping, you need to masturbate more."

"Please stop saying masturbate," I say.

"Movie, melatonin, and masturbation," she says, tapping out the words on my hand with her finger. "Best night's sleep you'll ever have.