A Secret Literary Love Hidden in the Margins of The Price of Salt
In my more narcissistic fantasies, I wondered if perhaps her parents might look at me as a shadow daughter.
Carolyn Murnick • The Hot One: A Memoir of Friendship, Sex, and Murder
In the beginning, there’s an almost anesthetic quality to finding something you really enjoy. You throw yourself into it, it takes you out of yourself. You stop thinking. And then as your relationship with it deepens, you gain a new consciousness that isn’t purely pleasurable. It’s mixed: both bitter and sweet. That knowledge is the price for deepe... See more
insofar as it was possible to love someone so naturally comfortable in three-piece suits, I loved him.
Alix E. Harrow • The Ten Thousand Doors of January
The things we love the most are the most disfiguring.
Nathan Hill • The Nix
My interest in other men isn’t about trying to trade Neal in. It’s about simultaneously experiencing something new—and who do we have here?—and something old—my younger, freer, less responsibility-bound self.