"It takes years as a woman to unlearn what you have been taught to be sorry for."— Amy Poehler, "Yes Please"
Sweet Tooth by Ian McEwan
"I persuaded myself of a great love in ruins, and so I racked up the pain. Akrasia! Whenever I took extra care in turning some desk officer's scrawl into an error-free typed memo in triplicate, it was because it was my duty to honor the memory of the man I had loved."
"Anyone watching me might have thought I was consulting a reference book, I turned the pages so fast. And I supposed I was, in my mindless way, looking for someting, a version of myself, a heroine I could slip inside as one might a pair of favorite old shoes. Or w ild silk blouse. For it was my best self I wanted, not the girl hunched in the evenings in her junk-shop chair over a cracked-spine paperback, but a fast young woman pulling open the passenger door of a sports car, leaning over to receive her lover's kiss, speeding toward a rural hideout."
"Looking at pictures with a stranger is an unobtrustive form of mutual exploration and mild seduction."
"Just then, already tipsy, I thought I'd never seen a man more beautiful. I forgave him his tailored pirate's shirt. Love doesn't grow at a steady rate, but advances in surges, bolts, wild leaps, and this was one of those."
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