Hello and happy Sunday. Based on yesterday’s review, we all know how I feel about Writers and Lovers by Lily King. This post is an addition to that review, with quotes I highlighted, took screenshots of and read out loud to a coworker. That’s how into this book I was. Okay, here are the quotes. Enjoy!

“But right on the heels of that feeling, that suspicion that all is not yet lost, comes the urge to tell my mother, tell her that I am okay today, that have felt something close to happiness, that I might still be capable of feeling happy. She will want to know that. But I can’t tell her. That’s the wall I always slam into a on a good morning like this.”

“Some people are like that. They think anyone’s amusement must be at their expense.”

“but instead we spoke in English, mostly about sex, which I suppose was French in its way.”

“and I wonder if that’s part of the reason I don’t miss him, that everything we ever said to each other was in languages I’m starting to forget.”

“Life was light and cheap, and if it wasn’t cheap, I used a credit card.”

“I’d like to meet a guy who wants what he says he wants.”

“But I can’t go out with a guy who’s written eleven and a half pages in three years. That kind of thing is contagious.”

“when your mother tells you something about yourself, even if you’ve coaxed it out of her, it’s hard not to always believe it.”

“I have a problem with that sometimes, getting attached. Other people’s families are a weakness of mine.”

“Like many parents, my father wanted to give me what he didn’t get, then he wanted me to get what he couldn’t reach.”

“So many years since I’ve felt that naturally good at something, good in an empirical, undeniable way that is not reliant on anyone’s opinion.”

“Nearly every guy I’ve dated believed they should already be famous, believed that greatness was their destiny and they were already behind schedule. An early moment of intimacy often involved a confession of his sort: a childhood vision, teacher’s prophesy, a genius IQ. At first, with my boyfriend in college, I believed it, too. Later, I thought I was just choosing delusional men. Now I understand it’s how boys are raised to think, how they are lured into adulthood. I’ve met ambitious women, driven women, but no woman has ever told me that greatness was her destiny.”