Such a Pretty Face Quotes

“Stevie: "If you think he's a lecher and all men are disgusting, why do you want me to date?"
Zena: "Because, Stevie. Now and then, when the moon is full and bluish, when the galaxy is all calm and peaceful and serenity rules and even the falling stars are falling gracefully, and the wind creates a beautiful song, that's when you find one outstanding man. Kind. Loyal. Funny and smart, great in bed but not kinky. A lover in his head and in his body. A man who doesn't think as a dick-obsessed monkey with a brain the size of a testicle, but one who is thoughtful and can hold his emotions in one hand and hug you close with the other. A man who is a hunky, manly man but who can talk to you like your best girlfriend, because that's what he wants to be for you. Your best friend."
(Page 44)”
― Cathy Lamb, Such a Pretty Face

“A child’s bond to her mother cannot be understated, and my bond with Helen was a ragged, baffling, disheartening, chaotic mess. I felt crazy, often, around my own mother. I grew up questioning what was normal, asking what reality was and wasn’t, and not trusting the outcome of different situations. She scared me and I couldn’t predict her behavior, so I was often off-kilter and worried.”
― Cathy Lamb, Such a Pretty Face

“Lance told me his father didn’t think much of him. “He wishes I was better. More better. At everything. I don’t do anything right, you know, Stevie. Nothing.” He said this matter-of-factly. He believed it as truth. Polly told me her father never said anything nice to her, but she kept trying as hard as she could to make him pay her some attention. “He always says, ‘Don’t get fat as your mother has,’ but I don’t think Mom’s fat at all, but I try not to eat much, but he keeps saying it to me. Do you think I’m fat, Stevie? When my hair is messy do you think I look like a stray...”
― Cathy Lamb, Such a Pretty Face

“I can wield any type of saw out there, and I have to do this, even if it takes me years. That I can even think in terms of a future, is a miracle. Why? Because two and a half years ago, when I was thirty-two years old, I had a heart attack. I used to be the size of a small, depressed cow. The heart attack led to my stomach strangling operation, and I lost 170 pounds. Now I am less than half myself, in more ways than one.”
― Cathy Lamb, Such a Pretty Face

“I don't know how else to handle it. I work, I talk to people, I walk, I see you and Polly and Aunt Janet, but there are moments when I'm stark lonely. Other moments when I think my loneliness will eat me alive. And sometimes it's vaguely there, hanging around, waiting to go away, maybe on a trip somewhere, and often I'm not lonely at all and feel happy to be alive. Does that make any sense?"
"Yes, honey, it does."
"So I try to get busy, I work in my garden, I read and make things, and move through it."
"That's about all we can do, sweetie, move through it, right?"
"Yep. Move through loneliness and isolation and hope you can outrun it for awhile.”
― Cathy Lamb, Such a Pretty Face

“I sprinted into the conference room as my boss, and the owner of this law firm, Cherie Poitras, grabbed her client around the waist, a woman dressed to the nines in high heels and a cream suit. The woman had actually crawled up on the conference table and lunged for her husband. Cherie and I wrestled her off, but not before the husband’s attorney put him in a headlock to keep him from strangling his soon-to-be ex-wife. Even in a headlock, the husband, a local politician who stressed the sanctity of marriage and traditional values, struggled to get at his wife, his arms and legs flailing around...”
― Cathy Lamb, Such a Pretty Face

“You see, I understood Aunt Janet. I was scared to death that I would never live, like her, never become who I wanted to be, although I didn't know quite yet who it was I wanted to become.”
― Cathy Lamb, Such a Pretty Face

“I am only an Alpha Woman in my daydreams, but I secretly, in my wildest dreams and fantasies, want to belong to that group. But I can't. Too scared. Too out of shape. And I'm not vicious enough.”
― Cathy Lamb, Such a Pretty Face

“Fixing up my home can be compared to fixing up myself. It was a constant experiment.”
― Cathy Lamb, Such a Pretty Face

“I hammered and sawed, the sawdust sprinkled about, and soon, very soon, I would have my garden, thanks to Joseph, a man who saw three lost, lonely, mentally tangled kids and put out a hand to hold so we wouldn't drown in misery.”
― Cathy Lamb, Such a Pretty Face