Daisy Jones & The Six

by Taylor Jenkins Reid

Men often think they deserve a sticker for treating women like people.

But when Camila answered, it was like laying down in bed after a long day. I felt so much better, just hearing her voice.

It did have that kind of feeling where…you know you’re in a time of your life you’ll remember forever.

“Daisy, someone who insists on the perfect conditions to make art isn’t an artist. They’re an asshole.”

People say that life keeps moving, but they don’t mention that it does stop sometimes, just for you. Just for you and your girl. The world stops spinning and just lets you two lie there. Feels like it, anyway. Sometimes. If you’re lucky.

“If you were a cat, your screech would bring every cat running to you.” And I liked that. The idea that just by being me, I was doing all right.

I’ve always said, “The Italians know hair.”

All I will say is that you show up for your friends on their hardest days. And you hold their hand through the roughest parts. Life is about who is holding your hand and, I think, whose hand you commit to holding.

“Don’t count yourself out this early, Daisy. You’re all sorts of things you don’t even know yet.”

And most of all, you make it easy to write about devotion. When I write about love, I write about you. We’re ten years into this party and I’m still mad for you.