5 Quotes by Daisy Fried

I wanted,”she counts on her fingers, performingthe sitcom of her tragedy, “Tribeca loft,expense account, designer clothes so hautethey don’t look it, my very own Tesla, summerhome in the Hamptons I’m too busy to use.”“You wanted money,” says Justin.Brianna: “It went down with the towers.

Brianna says. “You’rea good professor.” She condescends through tears.

My mom would go crazy.I can’t read all these sex poems. We’re Christian.

If I don’t get a job,it’s Wharton mba. Or teach English in Japan.

You may want to find a way to suggestironic distance between the poet and speaker.