How to Be Loved
Yasmin Lagarde
When his heart is an ashtray—cigarette butts put out on a surface that will not flinch
When his heart is an ashtray—cigarette butts put out on a surface that will not flinch
why does it feel so much harder to see something happen to someone else than have it happen to you?
What author’s (dead or alive) persona is aspirational?
Maybe Joan Didion, the super thin wrists, the iconic image on a tote bag. I just want to keep on writing books.
She buys us both mineral waters from the MoMA cafe.
I think a lot about Annie Ernaux saying that she writes like she's going to die afterward. The principle works for all kinds of writing, not just autofiction—it's an urgency that makes the voice more electric, that drives you to completion, that's more honest because it has no concern for consequences.
Only the best of girls get to play fantasy football and today, that’s me.
I guess there is a measure of wish fulfillment in the detail of my description of Anna and Tom’s apartment. Sometimes I ask myself if this makes the arc of the novel a kind of revenge fantasy.
This story’s about a trip. It’s a strange word. Trip. As a noun, it means a journey or excursion, going somewhere and returning, especially for pleasure, or to stumble or fall. It’s also the word used
I feel sexy / as a sheared sheep
It was cold out.
He never did meet the kid.
He arrived in the city with an STD.
There’s more than one way to conquer & that’s to be conquered.