Daisy Jones & The Six

by Taylor Jenkins Reid

We love broken, beautiful people.

There’s this peace that comes with knowing you have a person in the world who would do anything for you, that you would do anything for.

That’s how it was back then. I was just supposed to be the inspiration for some man’s great idea. Well, fuck that. That’s why I started writing my own stuff. Simone: I was the only one encouraging her to make something of herself with her talent. Everybody else just tried to make something of themselves with what she had. Daisy: I had absolutely no interest in being somebody else’s muse. I am not a muse. I am the somebody. End of fucking story.

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

That’s the glory of being a man. An ugly face isn’t the end of you.

You have these lines you won’t cross. But then you cross them. And suddenly you possess the very dangerous information that you can break the rule and the world won’t instantly come to an end. You’ve taken a big, black, bold line and you’ve made it a little bit gray. And now every time you cross it again, it just gets grayer and grayer until one day you look around and you think, There was a line here once, I think.

I think you have to have faith in people before they earn it. Otherwise it’s not faith, right?

“It’s like some of us are chasing after our nightmares the way other people chase dreams.”

I don’t believe in soul mates anymore and I’m not looking for anything. But if I did believe in them, I’d believe your soul mate was somebody who had all the things you didn’t, that needed all the things you had. Not somebody who’s suffering from the same stuff you are.

I’m saying that when you really love someone, sometimes the things they need may hurt you, and some people are worth hurting for.

But loving somebody isn’t perfection and good times and laughing and making love. Love is forgiveness and patience and faith and every once in a while, it’s a gut punch. That’s why it’s a dangerous thing, when you go loving the wrong person. When you love somebody who doesn’t deserve it. You have to be with someone that deserves your faith and you have to be deserving of someone else’s. It’s sacred.

You think that tragedy means that the world is over but you realize the world is never over. It’s just never over. Nothing will end it.

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.