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

by Eve Babitz

I felt luxuriously involved in an insolvable mystery, my favorite way to feel.

Women who dance with their eyes closed, smiling, are as near to heaven as you can get on earth, and there I was, in heaven, only in Bakersfield.

I’d like to weep tequila tears

And perhaps the dream could have gone on unbroken, except that they never do.

I wonder if I’ll ever be able to have what I like or if my tastes are too various to be sustained by one of anything.

he never had to say his name, our voices were imprinted on each other’s aural hearts—“I’ve

“Sometimes if you can’t get what you want, you get what the person you want wants.”