Sam Rose

“I think it was FR David who sang 'words don't come easy to me'. He clearly wasn't one of my kind. Words are my weapon. I love words. I am a thesaurus able to conjure up so many different ways of saying the same thing. I am able to create the most evocative of pictures as the falsehoods tumble from my lips. The torrent of empty platitudes, hollow promises and banal observations comes thick and fast. I am a triumph of presentation over substance. Unfortunately for you, because of your nature and what you have endured before I came along, my words are honey-covered and you are unable to resist their allure.”
― H G Tudor, Confessions of a Narcissist

“Here is how I spend my days now. I live in a beautiful place. I sleep in a beautiful bed. I eat beautiful food. I go for walks through beautiful places. I care for people deeply. At night my bed is full of love, because I alone am in it. I cry easily, from pain and pleasure, and I don’t apologize for that. In the mornings I step outside and I’m thankful for another day. It took me many years to arrive at such a life.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, Eileen