A few things that have been stuck in my head lately:
"Film noir gave us a term for the low-maintenance cheap-date type of woman, as personified by Ingrid Bergman and the other cool blondes. They were, in the gruff parlance, Class Acts. A Class Act does not bombard you with whimpering phone calls to the effect of why are you out with your mates watching the footie when you could be choosing sisal floor mats with me?
A Class Act does not take a split badly, or if she does, does so without so much as a peep. A Class Act is the silhouette disappearing into the night that you will no doubt remember-but will never talk to again. A Class Act will spend a lot of time alone, drinking spirits. A Class Act will never emerge from a local church in a shower of petals. A Class Act will never be a mummy, yummy or otherwise.
A Class Act will never have a husband who visit prostitutes. Forget I mentioned it."- Secret Diary of a Call Girl. Love that book.
"Summer left and no one said a word."- Matt Nathanson
"You are arguing that the fragile and rare thing is beautiful just because it's fragile and rare. But that's a lie, and you know it."- The Fault in Our Stars
"Fuck that, I say if I'm beautiful. I say if I'm
strong ... I will never apologize. I stand here and I'm amazing for you, not because of you. I am not who I sleep with ... I am not my weight. I am myself."- Amy Schumer
“There is
something absolutely divine — I mean, literally, the breath of God — in
the ability to put someone else in your heart, to think of them first. But from the time of the greatest
pornographer who ever lived, Shakespeare, we’ve demanded that love be
something more. No, fuck Shakespeare — since the Song of Songs! And what
happens is, the utter grandeur and magnificence of what love actually
is gets overshadowed by this disappointment that it’s not the way we
fantasized it should be.”- Jim, 55
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