74 Quotes About Nicole-flattery

To rouse themselves out of their creative stupor, they talked about what they were fighting against – earnestness of any kind, the dry, the humourless. Boredom . . . Logic. Moral dictation.

Under reason you can't work you've written: "I'm tired of acting normal.

See my problem with all of you, and this has always been my problem, is that I just don't like any of you very much and I never have, you bunch of pricks.

I loved my boyfriend. Our back and forth reminded me of black-and-white films I hadn't seen.

I nurse quiet neurotic suspicions that even the people who know me don't want to know me.

I smiled. I knew that smile would be the high-peak of my enthusiasm for the evening and I would awake in the morning, not as nicely drugged, with a new hate in my heart.

a feeling of forever melancholy . . .

There were things happening out there in the world – history, events. But history was not happening in my town, not to me.

I was done with trying. There was nothing to do and I didn't feel like doing it.