“The book also had another theory that I thought was interesting. Isador Sadger wrote: ‘Too much sex, or too little for that matter, can turn any woman into a noctambulist.’ That is one of the Latin words for sleepwalker; somnambulist is another. Mrs. Reasoner said I should ‘absolutely not believe that bullshit,’ and I was surprised that a librarian would swear to a kid.”
Rabbit Cake, Annie Hartnett
“Do you know what’s wrong with my sister”
“They yellow-wallpapered her,” Vanessa sighed.
Rabbit Cake, Annie Hartnett
“He was the one I called when I needed a quick yay or nay on whether to buy an article of clothing, or if I wanted to revel in some particularly salacious art-world gossip, or if I needed to borrow money, or be talked out of a depression. He was the one whose smell made me feel protected. He was the one I wanted to see when I was lonely and sad and heartbroken because he had the preternatural capacity to make those states feel honorable and important and like the very stuff of life.”
Your Love Is Not Good, Johanna Hedva
“‘The great horror of being an artist,’ he said, ‘is that you spend hours, months, years, pouring your intentions into something, and then you bring it into the world and declare, ‘This is what it means,’ and someone can come along and say, ‘No, it doesn’t, it means this other thing,’ and that is also true.’”
Your Love Is Not Good, Johanna Hedva