Marilù

“You want to know what I loved about him? Everything. From a freckle on his ass down to his undying selfish need to always be right.”
― Dominic Riccitello

“He laughed when she wrinkled her nose at the water that dripped on it.
“Here, baby,” he said softly. “Let me dry that little bit of nose real fast before it washes off my freckles.”
She grinned. “Your freckles?”
“Mine. All five,” he said, and just to prove he could, kissed her again.”
― Dinah McCall, Jackson Rule

“That red spot!” she says with alarm.
“That’s a freckle!”
“It wasn’t there before...” she says as she inspects her entire arm.
“It’s cute.”
“It’s not cute.”
“Then it’s mine,” I say. “If you don’t like it, it’s mine. I’ll call it Brady.”
“My freckle?”
“Yes.”
“You’re naming my freckle after yourself?” she says. “And you think I have issues?”
“It’s like a star. People buy stars in the constellation and name them after people al the time. As gifts.”
“So then are you buying my freckle? Because I don’t know if you can afford my freckle. My freckles don’t come cheap, you know.”
“I’ve already claimed it,” I declare. “It’s not up for discussion anymore. Just eat your ice cream. And don’t spill any on Brady.”
― Caprice Crane, Stupid and Contagious

“Writers are such phonies: they sometimes have wise insights but they don't live by them at all. That's what writers are like...you think they know something, but usually they are just messes.”
― Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters