Amy Fleury

“Well since you force me gentlemen" said Clara "I'll confess our secret. Women are men's inferiors. I know it is backward of me to say so, but to deny it is folly.... A woman's love for a man is half animal passion and half hate. The more a woman loves a man, the more she hates him. If a man is worth having, he must be a woman's superior; if he is her superior, part of her must hate him. It is only in beauty we surpass you, and it is therefore no wonder that we worship beauty above all else. That is why a woman", she wound up "is at her greatest peril in the presence of a beautiful man.”
― Jed Rubenfeld, The Interpretation of Murder

“All feeling is painful, one way or another. The most exquisite joy is a sting to the heart, and love - love is a crisis of the soul.”
― Jed Rubenfeld, The Interpretation of Murder

“On the screen it rained and rained confetti, for minutes, and that glitter-rain, plus the cameras flashing and the lights from the billboards and the awesome mass of the crowds in their shiny hats and toothy smiles, made the world pop and shine and blur in a way that makes you sad to be watching it all on your TV screen, in a way that makes you feel like, instead of bringing the action into your living room, the TV cameras are just reminding you of how much you're missing, confronting you with it, you in your pajamas, on your couch, a couple of pizza crusts resting in some orange grease on a paper plate in front of you, your glass of soda mostly flat and watery, the ice all melted, and the good stuff happening miles and miles away from where you're at.”
― Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post

“There is no mystery to happiness. Unhappy men are all alike. Some wound they suffered long ago, some wish denied, some blow to pride, some kindling spark of love put out by scorn -- or worse, indifference -- cleaves to them, or they to it, and so they live each day within a shroud of yesterdays. The happy man dies not look back. He doesn't look ahead. He lives in the present.”
― Jed Rubenfeld, The Interpretation of Murder