Stephanie Clifford Quotes

Who are you trying to impress? You're twisting yourself into knots trying to fit in with this crowd. It isn't worth it.

I made my money and can spend it as I want, just as you can spend the money you make as you want.

She had tried. She had fought. And she had lost.

I'm just saying that money is made in so many more interesting ways now.

The world always said to just be yourself, but it turned out when Evelyn was herself, no guys were at all interested, so she was left with games of make-believe, expressing enthusiasm for whatever the men wanted to do, be it rock climbing or going to a cheese-beer pairing or a Knicks game.

Evelyn let Camilla, as the higher-status person, extend her had first, a Babsism she remembered.

Last summer had meant lots of Sam Adams Summer Ale by herself on hot weekend days when it seemed like just her and the Dominican Day parade.

Somewhere in the city, an orange cat finished chewing on a marjoram plant next to his studio apartment's door and leapt purring onto the shoulder of his owner, home early from work. Somewhere in the city, a young Chinese pianist sat down at a rehearsal hall and let his fingers play the first opening notes of the Emperor Concerto, notes that would envelop the small girl in row D of the Philharmonic that night in a shimmering cloud. A boy in Staten Island touched his finger to the lower back of the girl who had been just a friend until then. A woman in Hell's Kitchen stood in her dark attic garret, her paintbrush in hand, and stepped back from the painting of chartreuse highway and forest-green sky that had taken her two years to complete. A clerk in a Brooklyn bodega tapped her crimson fingernail on a box of gripe water, reassuring the new mother holding a wailing baby, and the mother's grateful smile almost made both of them cry themselves.

She summahs in Lake James, how mahvelous

The macarons are coming!" Souse shouted, like an epicurean Paul Revere.

It required an enormous amount of energy and time just to do errands like getting groceries. She was always sweaty after she got groceries.

[T]alking can lead to deeper connections. So my therapist said.

Evelyn was twenty-six, and for the first time in her life, she was seen. Recognized. It wasn't that heads were turning--she wouldn't ask that much--but just for a moment, one man would hold her gaze a little longer than he should. Or a woman's eyes would flick over her dress with jealousy. She could now be a missed connection on Craigslist, a fragment in a song lyric, the inspiration for a girl in a musical.