Rae Lawrence

“She sat by the kitchen window. It was a clear night. Airplanes circled in from the west. Beyond the East River, the city spread out like a twinkling carpet. Every light was a story, and every story was a woman, someone who was perhaps just like her: waiting for happiness, waiting for the dream of the city to come true. A million women, having a drink or taking a doll, looking out of their windows, thinking about the man who had left or maybe the man who was just around the corner. The airplanes looked so tiny in the distance. She realized she had no idea what kept them aloft. You just got on, and decided not to be afraid.”
― Rae Lawrence, Jacqueline Susann's Shadow of the Dolls: A Novel