Slow Days, Fast Company: The World, the Flesh, and L.A.

by Eve Babitz

And he treated me with a chivalrous masculine know-how that I sopped up like a person who’d never heard of how chivalry was just another nefarious masculine scheme to keep women in their place.

I was sure that somewhere a grandiose carnival was going on in the sky and I was missing it.

had no receivers for her particular wavelength.

superstition that if you had a white powder called Coyote’s Brain and wore it in this silver jar around your neck . . . well, it’s hard to describe, but everything about you would be intensified.