Faking It Quotes

“All art, be it writing, painting, film, dance, whatever, is a manipulation of time and space. It’s an interpretation and a recreation of the facts, using various artifacts that point us in the direction of our personal truths.”
― Elisa Lorello, Faking It

“did so. “OK: open them now.” When I did, I spied a white box with a red”
― Elisa Lorello, Faking It

“scanning the room. He dipped and practically dropped”
― Elisa Lorello, Faking It

“and have fun. “Close your eyes,” he instructed.”
― Elisa Lorello, Faking It

“took the box, pulled off the ribbon, and opened it. Then”
― Elisa Lorello, Faking It

“Linens ’n Things. Vanilla-scented votives burned”
― Elisa Lorello, Faking It

“coffeehouse down the road from the Paris”
― Elisa Lorello, Faking It

“He is both the artist and the work of art. He sees beauty, he creates beauty, and he is beauty. He is the lie that makes me realize the truth.”
― Elisa Lorello, Faking It

“As writers, then, we need to learn when to think about audience and when to put readers out of mind.”
― Elisa Lorello, Faking It

“am ten years old and dress my Barbie doll in Daisy Duke shorts and a halter top, and do the best I can to position her and Ken’s straight and stiff joints to hug and make out with each other. My mother sees”
― Elisa Lorello, Faking It

“looked at it, then him, incredulously. It was plastic and smooth”
― Elisa Lorello, Faking It

“unobtrusively on the dresser and nightstand and next to my”
― Elisa Lorello, Faking It

“journal pieces get better and better—you have a knack for recalling details and a critical eye, no doubt the result of your art training (the account of the Matisse exhibit read much like a review”
― Elisa Lorello, Faking It

“Fucking fabulous.”
― Elisa Lorello, Faking It

“End of May.”
― Elisa Lorello, Faking It

“Seems like a good guy.”
― Elisa Lorello, Faking It

“rest is history.” I sat quietly, taking long and slow bites of cake. “Do you ever miss being an escort?” I finally asked. He bit his lip and shook his head. “Surprisingly not. Do you ever miss being in New York?”
― Elisa Lorello, Faking It

“miss me, Andi?” I studied the cake crumbs on my crumpled napkin and didn’t answer. “Why’d you call me?” he asked.”
― Elisa Lorello, Faking It

“I sat quietly, taking long and slow bites of cake. “Do you ever miss being an escort?” I finally asked. He bit his lip and shook his head. “Surprisingly not.”
― Elisa Lorello, Faking It

“crumbs on my crumpled napkin and didn’t answer. “Why’d you call me?” he asked.”
― Elisa Lorello, Faking It

“The pinups of guys like Sting or Jon Bon Jovi, shirtless and in tight leather pants, were much more appealing and provocative. It seemed that the less I saw, the more I liked. And that trend had continued for the next fifteen years or so.”
― Elisa Lorello, Faking It

“Language is not unlike art in that words contain values of lights and darks, hues and tonalities, texture and sensuality. Words can paint complex pictures.”
― Elisa Lorello, Faking It