Danse Macabre

Friends don't count the cost of favors.

Still it might be nice, once in a while, not to have to choose between evils. Just once, couldn't I choose the lesser good?

Feelings are never stupid, they just make us feel stupid sometimes.

I'm pro-choice because I've never been a fourteen-year-old incest victim pregnant by her father, or a woman who's going to die if her pregnancy continues, or even a teenager who made a mistake or a rape victim. I want women to have choices, but I also believe that it's a life, especially once it's big enough to live outside the womb.

How could you love someone and not want them to be happy?

It would be nice if you’d stop almost killing me because you don’t want to screw other peo­ple.

Auggie said you were too sentimental for your own good sometimes." Out loud he said, "Perhaps, but you have taught me that sentiment is not always a bad thing." I stared up at that impossibly beautiful face, and felt love swell up inside me like a physical force. It filled my body, swelling upward until it made my chest ache, my throat tighten, and my eyes burn. It sounded so stupid. But I loved him. Loved all of him, but loved him more because loving me had made him better. That he would say that I had taught him about being sentimental made me want to cry. Richard reminded me at every turn that I was bloodthirsty and cold. If that were true, then I couldn't have taught Jean-Claude about sentimentality. You can't learn, if you don't have it to teach. He kissed me. He kissed me softly, with one hand lost in the hair to the side of my face. He drew back and whispered, "I never thought to see that look upon your face, not for me." "I love you," I said, and touched his hand where it lay against my face.

I'm dating three men, living with two more, and having occasional sex with two others. That's seven men. I'm like a pornographic Snow White. I think seven is plenty.

When I was younger, I'd wanted someone to promise me that things would work out and nothing bad would ever happen again. But I understood now that that was a child's wish. No one could promise that. No one. The grown-ups could try, but they couldn't promise, not and mean it.

Ma petite is not a subtle woman. Unless you say it, she will not understand it.

Richard has informed me he is shopping for his white picket fence. I'm happy behind my black wrought iron fence. The one with the pointy spikes on top. White never really was my color.

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He looked like some primitive golden god hunted to death.

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Richard has informed me he’s shopping for his white picket fence. I’m happy behind my black wrought-iron fence. The one with the pointy spikes on top. White never really was my color.

«Sento che, qualunque cosa io dicessi o facessi in questo momento, tu ne saresti turbata.» Nessuno mi aveva mai detto in modo più diplomatico che ero una rompicoglioni.

«Sapevo che sei molto difficile ed esigente prima ancora che diventassimo una coppia.» «Stai dicendo che sapevi in quale guaio ti stavi cacciando?» Jean-Claude annuì. «Come qualunque uomo quando decide di amare una donna. Ci sono sempre misteri e sorprese in ogni rapporto d'amore, ma... Sì, avevo una certa idea del guaio in cui mi stavo cacciando, e mi ci sono cacciato volontariamente, bramosamente.»

Ma petite and I have labored long together to form the love that you have gained by subterfuge.’ He turned and looked at Auggie. ‘I was your friend, but you have used your arts to make me feel for you what you have not earned. But I, like ma petite, know how to love and not be a prisoner to that love. You can win, or steal, our love, but you cannot steal a true relationship with us; that must be won.