Valkyrie Vu

“Who are you in love with?" I said then.
For a minute Marco didn't say anything, he simply opened his mouth and breathed out a blue, vaporous ring.
"Perfect!" he laughed.
The ring widened and blurred, ghost-pale on the dark air.
Then he said, "I am in love with my cousin."
I felt no surprise.
"Why don't you marry her?"
"Impossible."
"Why?"
Marco shrugged. "She's my first cousin. She's going to be a nun."
"Is she beautiful?"
"There's no one to touch her."
"Does she know you love her?"
"Of course."
I paused. The obstacle seemed unreal to me.
"If you love her," I said, "you'll love somebody else someday.”
― Sylvia Plath

“Man...heats up like a lightbulb: red hot in the twinkling of an eye and cold again in a flash. The female, on the other hand...heats up like an iron. Slowly, over a low heat, like tasty stew. But then, once she has heated up, there's no stopping her.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

“I felt the first man I slept with must be intelligent, so I could respect him.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby