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You are an old soul, fortunately housed in very lovely wrapping.
It's like she's made of steel, yet the most lovely, beautiful steel ever crafted. There's something always lingering just beneath the surface when you look at her - a sense of mystery and sex, of all the weapons one can use to be a truly compelling woman.
...she would have walked all the way up to East Sixty-Third Street, and probably 163rd Street, if it meant pouring even more into this memory that wasn't a memory.
Carnality was a dangerous pasttime.
Love had to be deeper than that, than a glance over tea, which was indicative but not dispositive.
She hadn't really known Box; it turned out perhaps she hadn't really known Vivian, either. Maybe nobody really knew anybody.
Girls don't come to the Barbizon for answers, Laura... They come to find out what questions they need to be asking.
Remember: There's a reason the fairy godmother gave Cinderella two glass slippers.
..allegation[s] of flirting dripping from his lips like drops from a leaky faucet.
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I risked my heart on you and lost. Can you honestly say you did the same?
They'd lived their lives on tightropes, never knowing where the next paycheck was coming from or if one was coming at all, their personal lives a mishmash of backstage affairs and dressing room brawls endured for the brief heady adrenaline rush brought by the orchestra's overture and glare of white lights.
Vivian had found trouble early and often, and discovered that instead of it scaring her, it only made her feel more alive.
He was right: not about her playing him, or about her laughing at him, but certainly about her carelessness, about her casual disregard for how he would feel if he found out, and about the stunning lack of depth it exposed in her character.
That's what novels are: They're amalgams of archetypes, collections of random traits one observes in other people through life, blended into fresh characters.
You look down on us... you think you're so much smarter than we are. When the only thing you really are is younger and luckier.
