Zoe

“What?' I said.
'Do you believe in love?' he said.
Sometimes I believe that love dies but hope springs eternal. Sometimes I believe that hope dies but love springs eternal. Sometimes I believe that sex plus guilt equals love, and sometimes I believe that sex plus guilt equals good sex. Sometimes I believe that love is as natural as the tides, and sometimes I believe that love is an act of will. Sometimes I believe that some people are better at love than others, and sometimes I believe that everyone is faking it. Sometimes I believe that the only reason love is essential is that otherwise you spend all your time looking for it.
'Yes,' I said. 'I do.”
― Nora Ephron, Heartburn

“But here’s the point: I’m fucking sad and I feel like a goddamn ghost, okay, and I’m sorry if that’s politically incorrect, I’m sorry if my invisibility comes with my own savings account and matcha lattes, but it’s mine, okay, it’s mine and it’s real to me, so just let me freaking have it. I know, I know that other people, so many other people, are invisible in ways that can get them killed or never have a good job or a seat at any table. I know this. But invisibility is a spectrum, like anything else. And I’m on it.”
― Heather Demetrios, Little Universes

“And as I toured the world, I had time to reflect that Robert and I had never traveled together. We had never saw behind New York, save in books. We never sat next in an airplane, holding each other’s hand to ascend into a new sky, and descend onto a new earth. Yet Robert and I had explored the frontier of our work, and created space for each other. When I walked on the stages of the world without him, I would close my eyes and picture him taking off his leather jacket, entering with me the infinite land of a thousand dances.”
― Patti Smith, Just Kids

“God what a night. I was so glad you were home, standing up in all that wind while everyone else was blowing across the streets like tumbleweeds. I wonder if you wish you hadn't been there, with the future looming up in such utter chaos before us. And meanwhile, the night was old and you were beautiful.”
― Eve Babitz, Slow Days, Fast Company: The World, the Flesh, and L.A.