The House of Impossible Beauties

Life is a ferocious motherfucker, that’s what I always say. And it’s not death that you need to worry about. He always comes, and he’s usually quiet about it. But life, boy. She is loud and fast and—vicious.

So I always say that when the world calls you a slut, just kick back your legs and fuck and enjoy it. Because if life don’t call you a slut, she’s gonna find something else to call you.

But it’s not like we only have enough love reserved for one person. It’s possible to love multiple people over time. If you ask me, I think that every time you experience love, it feels and looks and sounds different.

I suppose it's important to remember, in times like this," Angel said above the music, "that we simply cannot blame the straight world for their lack of imagination.

That look on his face could break the hands off a clock, turning time into something weightless and slow.

It made me so happy and so sad, but I mean that in a good way. That’s how I feel whenever I see something really beautiful. That’s how I know it’s beautiful.

I would never let my queens ride inside a pumpkin or wear glass shoes. (Think of the corns on those damn feet! Glass does not breathe.)

Now she was a woman, because now she had learned to muster up the courage to walk out that door for the first time in her life.

I like to think, darling, that we all need to face the fact that the whole world isn’t a giant ball. I mean, I think it would be wonderful if it was. Maybe there’d be less war and more glitter, less bloodshed and more fabulous

She liked to imagine that the trees were reaching up to grab a piece of the sky, then they would curl themselves into a ball and sleep through the winter on a bed of four-hundred-thread-count Egyptian cotton, until spring, when they would doll up for the season’s next ball.

She would realize that, like her mother, she was the type of person who was so lonely, she would cling to men who didn’t deserve to be clung to, just because she was afraid that they would walk out on her. She was afraid that if those men walked out on her, the deepest secret of the universe would be revealed — not the precise number of rings around Saturn, or which order that huge mass of planets was set up in, but rather, that if they left her, it would confirm her biggest fear: that she was meant to be alone because no one loved her, and no one ever would.

Shit,” Angel said. “The things we do for our men, can I get an amen on that? That is so fucked-up.

Some people are just born to be fem realness queens, and that’s a good thing.