Only strong women, and they seem to be rare, can handle a frank and direct woman who doesn't sweet-talk or need others to nerve her. You can identify the easily intimidated because they need a gaggle of like-minded clones to back them up when they fe...
People change us. It is a rare, if not an impossible occurrence, that we come out of relationships unscathed. In our dealings with people we take something with us and we leave something behind. Some people are haunted more than others, either by the...
Light - both physical and moral - was a central concern to the men and women living in the medieval age. They attempted to explore its properties in the colors of a stained glass canopy, in the tenor of a brisk saltarello, in the lilt of a Jongleur's...
It just didn't feel right to let my child scream and holler and thrash by her little self in the dark in her crib when I knew full well that a little rocking in her glider, maybe a song and a sweet nuzzle of her cheek would send her off to dreamland.
Sweetness peppered with spice. A smidgen of naughtiness with the nice. Toss in some goofiness with the smart. Throw in some strength to support the heart. Cupfuls of love to even it all out and tenaciousness sprinkled in to combat the doubt. Cook ove...
Raoul Duke: Who are these people? These faces? Where did they come from? They look like caricatures of used car dealers from Dallas, and sweet Jesus, there are a hell of a lot of them at 4:30 on a Sunday morning. Still humping the American dream.
[voiceover; narrated from her diary] Pauline Parker: There are living among two dutiful daughters - of a man who possesses two beautiful daughters - you cannot know nor yet try to guess, the sweet soothingness of their caress. The outstanding genius ...
Louis: In the spring of 1988, I returned to New Orleans, and as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was home. It was rich, almost sweet, like the scent of jasmine and roses around our old courtyard. I walked the streets, savoring that long lost perfu...
Sweet Sue: Idiot broads! Here we are, all packed, ready to leave for Miami, and what happens? The saxophone runs off with a Bible salesman, and the bass fiddle gets herself pregnant! Beinstock, I ought to fire you! Beinstock: Me? I'm the manager of t...
Suzy Bannion: Hey, thanks, my room is really pretty. Olga: Do you like it? You're sweet, I bet we'll do fine together. Suzy Bannion: Even if I have the name of a snake? Olga: Oh, I was just kidding! Don't tell me you're as touchy as Sarah. Suzy Banni...
Lyle: [railroad workers are singing "I Get A Kick Out of You"] Hold it! Hold it! Hold it! What the hell is that shit? I meant a song. A real song. something like [singing] Lyle: Swing Low/ Sweet Chaaaariooooot [workers look confused] Lyle: Don't know...
I eat the hearts of girls and puke slugs and snails.
in these shitty plastic days ...
Every promise comes with a price and prize.
Freedom was the price of privacy.
I walk with a dual longing for life and for death.
I do think anger is so difficult for women. Girls think it undermines their femininity; it's not very ladylike.
I'm quite obsessed with the idea of nailing the girl friendship. It's such an art, so delicate.
A girl should want to look good for herself, not for boys.
Death lurked everywhere. Death was alive and well.
For a girl there is a shorter version of youth.
