Laura Sims > Quotes

“Men can never keep their violence to themselves.”
― Laura sims, How Can I Help You

“But wouldn't it make us sisters, the actress and me? Wouldn't it be an act of communion with her, in the end? Could I ever make her see it that way?”
― Laura Sims, Looker

“Her look makes me feel as if she's turning me over in her hands, inspecting my spine and pages for wear, thumbing my table of contents. Or what she thinks is my table of contents.”
― Laura Sims, How Can I Help You

“The feeling of our moment tingles at the ends of my fingers and toes.”
― Laura Sims, Looker

“Nothing can touch me, not the loud noise of traffic, not the crowds, not even the foul air. I'm as sheltered from it all as the actress would be - or more than she would be, because I don't have the prying pairs of eyes, the dropped jaws, the pointed fingers, the tourists sneaking smartphone pics. I'm invisible - except for a few men who, predictably. do double takes as I pass. I ignore them. I feel so light and free I could lift up off the sidewalk and fly all the way home.”
― Laura Sims, Looker

“This cannot be my life. I never thought it would be. I envisioned a sunlit, stylishly decorated place, with books lining the shelves and a beloved's arm holding me. I envisioned children playing in the backyard as I smilingly went about menial household tasks. I envisioned myself as a tenured academic, wrapped safe in the belly of an institution for all time. I envisioned myself as a good woman, a great woman - the best! Better than the actress, happier than the actress, more alive and connected to life than the actress could ever hope to be, trapped as she is in the velvet prison of fame.”
― Laura Sims, Looker

“the only times I’ve punched the numbers 911 into the phone, it’s been for men. Men can never keep their violence to themselves.”
― Laura Sims, How Can I Help You

“It's the library. The library. The word alone soothes me.”
― Laura Sims, How Can I Help You

“I wake with a headache, wondering if reading is more dangerous than I thought.”
― Laura Sims, How Can I Help You

“I am sick to death of men. Buzzing, angry men. Hot liquid men. Men wanting sex. Men wanting to touch and be touched. Men wanting to drain you of every last ounce of energy you've reserved for getting through the days…Men leaving their refuse everywhere: inside, outside, all over the world. Until the world fills up and spills over as it may soon do: The End.”
― Laura Sims, Looker