So Pretty Quotes

“Icy streams of neon light roar through ice-cream parlors, through dancehalls. Clusters of humming light dangle from whip-shaped lampposts over miniature golf courses. A flickering torrent of coldness. People HER age, enjoying the lovely peace and quiet of habit, loll around kidneyshaped tables. Tall glasses, containing long spoons, look like cool blossoms: brown, yellow, pink; chocolate, vanilla, raspberry. The colorful, steaming scoops are tinted an almost uniform gray by the ceiling lights. Glittering scoopers wait in containers of water, with threads of ice cream floating on the surface. In the casualness of fun, which doesn't have to keep proving itself, the young silhouettes relax in front of their ice-cream towers. Tiny, gaudy umbrellas stick out of the glasses, concealing the harsh detritus of maraschino cherries, pineapple chunks, chocolate chips. The loungers incessantly poke pieces of coldness into their own ice caves, cold to cold; or else they heedlessly let the good stuff melt, while telling one another things that are more important than the icy delight.”
― Elfriede Jelinek, The Piano Teacher

“Icy streams of neon light roar through ice-cream parlors, through dance
halls. Clusters of humming light dangle from whip-shaped lampposts
over miniature golf courses. A flickering torrent of coldness. People HER
age, enjoying the lovely peace and quiet of habit, loll around kidneyshaped tables. Tall glasses, containing long spoons, look like cool
blossoms: brown, yellow, pink; chocolate, vanilla, raspberry. The colorful,
steaming scoops are tinted an almost uniform gray by the ceiling lights.
Glittering scoopers wait in containers of water, with threads of ice cream
floating on the surface. In the casualness of fun, which doesn't have to
keep proving itself, the young
silhouettes relax in front of their ice-cream towers. Tiny, gaudy umbrellas
stick out of the glasses, concealing the harsh detritus of maraschino
cherries, pineapple chunks, chocolate chips. The loungers incessantly
poke pieces of coldness into their own ice caves, cold to cold; or else they
heedlessly let the good stuff melt, while telling one another things that
are more important than the icy delight.”
― Elfriede Jelinek