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1 " Oh, we had a lot of sex back then in Montreal; it wasn’t just me. Blame it on the cold. The roses in everyone’s cheeks made them seem way more appealing than they actually were. We confused the indoors with intimacy and electric heating with connection. "
― Heather O'Neill , The Girl Who Was Saturday Night
2 " On of the reasons that I wanted to study literature was because it exposed everything. Writers looked for secrets that had never been mined. Every writer has to invent their own magical language, in order to describe the indescribable. They might seem to be writing in French, English, or Spanish, but really they were writing in the language of butterflies, crows, and hanged men. "
3 " Adam was charming and spoke perfect French. Like many anglophones in Montréal, he actually spoke French better than we did. They knew exactly which verbs to use in the same way that people knew which utensils to use while eating at a fancy dinner. It was very proper because they learned it from books. They didn’t know slang or how to curse. They didn’t know how to do anything other than be proper and reserved. It was state-sponsored, dry-clean-only French. "
4 " You feel as if everybody has been given an instruction manual on how to be likable, but you didn’t get it. And they are all sold out now. And if you are what you eat, then you must have surely spent the last few years of your life eating dog food and cat shit. Because when you look in the mirror, it is all that you see. "
5 " You feel as if everybody has been given an instruction manual on how to be likable, but you didn't get it. And they all sold out now. And if you are what you eat, then you must have surely spent the last few years of your life eating dog food and cat shit. Because when you look in the mirror, it is all that you see. "
6 " I had to admit that I had a strong tendency to date jokers. I couldn’t say no to them. I would sit across from someone I was dating and try to imagine who in the entire world would date this nimrod other than me. But I always had to have a boyfriend. They distracted me from being sad. They baffled me with their stupidity. I refused to believe that finding love was difficult. "
7 " It might seem like the easier way to get rid of a poet would be just to take him out to the backyard, have him kneel between the cans with tomato plants in them and put a bullet in his brain. But they knew from history that it doesn't work to kill a writer. Every time you shoot a poet,a dozen new ones are born. It's like plucking a grey hair. "
8 " A cat peeped in the window. It had one white paw. One night it had decided to dip it into the reflection of the moon in a fountain to see what would happen. "
9 " You should beware of motherless children. They will eat you alive. You will never be loved by anyone the way that you will be loved by a motherless child. "
10 " You have to know that the life you have is completely yours "
11 " In Moscow there were a hundred different words for sadness, and one of them was joy. "
12 " I was trying my best to straighten out my life, but I always ended up in the middle of some festive waste of time. "
13 " We confused the indoors with intimacy and electric heating with connection. Every night seemed like the last night because we would all freeze to death shortly. "
14 " There are things that are permissible in sex that aren’t permissible elsewhere. You can smack each other and tie one another up and pee on them and strangle them. That’s when love shows its face. When love takes off its clothes and has a drink. It sometimes takes the most appalling forms. It made the night seem like it was going to last forever. "
15 " A beige cat came down the stairs like caramel seeping out of a Caramilk bar. "
16 " A cat's tail waved above the arm of the couch like an elegant hand in a black glove waving goodbye. "
17 " We had started thinking of ourselves not in terms of things that we had done, but in terms of what we were going to do. "
18 " There was a scent called Five Minutes Before It Rains. If you put it on your neck, whoever kissed you would cry. "
19 " Mothers took your problems from you and fretted about them for you, even if there was no reason on earth why they should, even if you had done everything to create your own mess. "
20 " We just thought of old age as some sort of clown routine. "