8 Quotes by Molly Prentiss

It isn't enough to be beautiful, James thought he heard her say, though with the ringing in his ears he couldn't know for sure. Beautiful is for other people. You have to be something for you.

And all she could do was laugh the very particular laugh of a girl in love. Tilt of chin. Sparkle of half-closed eyes. Half smile, no teeth. Then-here it was-eyes all the way open, pupils floating to the top when she looked up, I'm yours, they said, she knew it, I'm yours.

She could actively, viciously, if necessary, follow her heart, and in doing so, affect the hearts of others.

If curiosity would kill him, he would take it.

What he saw was a freak on the loose, in a city that was no longer his home.

He loved the flaws; they were invariably the most interesting parts of people’s faces and bodies, the parts that held the straightest lines, the most beautiful shadows. Wounds and deformities and cracks and boils and stomachs: this was the stuff that moved Engales. Usually while he detailed the broken nose or sketched a lumpy body he felt as if he was zeroing in on what it meant to be alive. He could hear his father saying: The scratches are what makes a life.

It isn’t enough to be beautiful, James thought he heard her say, though with the ringing in his ears he couldn’t know for sure. Beautiful is for other people. You have to be something for you.

Now she is thirty-two and she runs the place and she still can’t help thinking that making cakes for people with extra money to spend on cakes is not necessarily the life that she was meant for.