60 Quotes by Charlotte Stein

I’m not like he is, you know,” he tells me, but that isn’t the part that stirs my cold, dead heart. It’s the words he follows it up with a second later, as though it barely takes him anything to let them out: “So if you want to run, run. I won’t sit on the side-lines and wait for you to slip away, like you never existed.” He pauses, thickly. Takes a second, in a way I can understand. “I’ll fight for you, El. I’ll always fight for you.

Too often women are expected to be considerate and thoughtful when really fear and doubt would be a more reasonable response.

Oh my God, I’d forgotten what this felt like.” “Not a lot of huggers in Hollywood, huh?” “None like this—holy shit. Okay, I’m just going to kind of slump into you now. So if you’re averse to that, say before I’m swamping your helpless body.” “I don’t mind if you swamp.” “Are you sure? Because I think I’m a fumbling virgin at this.” “You’re doing fine. In fact I think I’m close to a cuddling orgasm.

OK, so … hugging. How does that go? You sort of … stretch your arms out …” He does so too robotically, too broadly. It looks kind of like he’s trying to find a boulder to slot into the space he’s made between his chest and his hands. He looks like Donkey Kong, I think, and then I giggle. “What? I’m getting this soooo right. I just have to clamp these things around you, now …

I'm still doing it. I'm still doing the thing I never do. I'm hoping. Or at least I'm trying on hope for size.

Hope isn't poison, Lissa. Hope is the thing that keeps you going when everything is awful and dark and you don't know which way to turn.

There’s just the memory of that time he walked in on her while she was dressing, and afterward couldn’t string a sentence together. And not only that, but she hadn’t even made fun of him for it. She hadn’t! Oh no, why not? Also…had the sight of her boobs possibly sort of made him fall in love with her? It had to be the boobs.

She’s so elderly that I’m sure she was alive before sex was invented. She conceived Mick’s Dad by shaking hands with a stork.

That is fucked up. That fuck is so upped it might never get down again.