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“He’s not reading your essay, he’s not reading you.”
“You know who ends up living their dreams are like sad messes like Charlie and the people who end up flailing behind are the people like me who have their shit together.”
–Marnie, ep. 8
“When you love someone you don’t have to be nice all the time.”
“I can’t be surrounded by your negativity while I’m trying to grow into a fully developed human being.”
–Shoshana, ep. 10
“Why is it that I can only see people in the negative, only recognize them through their pain and their thwarted ambitions?
–Marabou Stork Nightmares by Irvine Welsh
“I used to be a writer. I was writer who wrote about TV and movies and books. Back when people read things on paper, back when anyone cared about when I thought. I’d arrived in New York in the late 90s, the last gasp of the glory days, although no one knew it then. New York was packed with writers, real writers, because there were magazines, real magazines, loads of them. This was back when the internet was still some exotic pet kept in the corner of the publishing world—throw some kibble at it, watch it dance on its little least, oh quite cute, it definitely won’t kill us in the night.”
“Then after they siphoned off my money, my “feminist” parents let Nick bundle me off to Missouri like I was some piece of chattel, some mail-order bride, some property exchange. Giving me a fucking cuckoo clock to remember them by.”
“But I’m a romantic. In real life, if Nick had killed me, I think he would have just rolled my body into a trash bag and driven me to one of the landfills in the sixty-mile radius. Just dispose of me.”
“They argue, but without rancor, discussing and exchanging ideas. Both are attracted by abstractions. Sometimes she forgets that she has not known Philip all her life or not known him for years.”
—I Married You for Happiness by Lily Tuck
I’m so poor. I’m so poorly utilized. I’m ridiculously single. I’m broke, I’m frustrated and I don’t have any health coverage.
—The Low Life [film]
I don’t hate myself, as a general rule. I’d say the best way to describe it is that I have moments of self-loathing at fairly regular intervals.
Tonight I am ugly. I have lost all faith in my ability to attract males, and in the female animal that is a rather pathetic malady . . . I don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual. What is it that makes one attract others?
–Sylvia Plath, Journals
I’m not miserable. I’m just not there yet.
–Ally McBeal [TV show]
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.
It seems that men can get out of a relationship without even a goodbye: but apparently women have to either get married or learn something.
–Carrie Bradshaw on “Sex and the City”
If I slept only with men who knew my full name, if I signed up for dance classes, if I ate more fruit—even then there was no guarantee I’d get what I wanted, or if I got it, that it would be what I really wanted after all.
–From A Girl Becomes a Comma Like That by Lisa Glatt
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song,
A medley of extemporanea;
And love is a thing that can never go wrong;
And I am Marie of Romania.
–Dorothy Parker, Not So Deep as a Well (1937), “Comment”