Marlowe Granados

"It's the summer of 2013, and while New York swelters Isa and Gala scrape and hustle to get by. Among a rotating cast of artists, academics, and bad-mannered grifters, they discover that desires aren't for denying. But as money gets sparse and circumstances grow precarious, the pair struggle to convert social capital into something more tangible"--

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 I was under the impression that I loved him, simply because I never knew what he was thinking.

Am I some kind of destroyer? Privately, men are concerned with self-preservation. I guess I, too, only feel desirable when I'm holding back, when I keep something for myself.

When men are in the kitchen, it is considered work, and when women are in the kitchen, it's considered duty. That's why there are so few women chefs in duty. restaurants. The kitchen is hostile territory. It's a wonder nice things come out of it.

I do wonder whether my memories should stay only mine, or have they ever been? Each time I tell someone a story over a watery Pernod, it opens that someone to the possibility of the memory; that's why I adore talking. Then maybe the stories really are mine, not because they happened to me but because of the indelible details I give. Maybe it is the how that makes them valuable. 

Helen 

Seeing someone you used to love is like visiting a house you once lived in. Everything about them is familiar yet strange. The greater the distance between you, the more unbelievable they seem. Maybe I have always been involved in some kind of fieldwork.

People love Paris, but they forget it smells like a urinal. Being there is like paying someone to be rude to you and deciding to like it. 

If only I could exist as perfect lightness, always laughing with my mouth open. I would float through life with ease, believing in my own unserious personality. It takes no effort to convince people you are in fact just that. They start to expect that of you, and nothing more.

Beauty is a funny thing. It fools you imto ing you like someone when really all you want is to possess them. Ultimately, I guess that's what desire is. 

I have tried to stitch together tendernes trom each person. Wring them of it. I want all the tender- ness in the world. It's a natural urge to want to be important in someone's life. The soft underbelly of a coarse man. A preview is never enough because I am insatiable. 

Beauty is a funny thing. It fools you into thinking you like someone when really all you want is to possess them.

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