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It’s funny how quickly a place can become yours. It never takes much, at least for me.
Gala believes conversation should be brimming at argument. She says, “Anything less than difficult is a copout.”
I didn’t care because usually if I have a drink in my hand, I’m at peace.
It takes practice to have restraint, and we are not yet at an age to try it out.
One must always leave ample time to get ready, so there is a slow, incremental rise in joy.
We shared a taxi downtown. It was my favourite time of evening, when the sun starts to set and the lights come on in the streets and it’s all blue and yellow. It’s the time when people come home and turn on a lamp, and no one thinks to draw their curtains just yet. Civil dusk, it’s called. It’s the only hour in any city where everything suddenly turns familiar.
I feel as though becoming a woman is like a long tradition of going through things and coming out strong, but I am tired and weary!
If you can’t contribute something to the room, much less the world, why come in the first place?
New York may be big, but people always seem to know where to find you.
We walked off the boat and saw the sign WELCOME TO STATEN ISLAND. Gala said, “Wouldn’t it be fun to spend the night here?” I said, “No.”
It is funny that most people want money for the power. I want money so I can have beautiful things—surround myself with them.
