Alva

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m too verbal, I know. The school therapist says I’m, uh . . . I’m afraid if I don’t tell you I like you all the time—oh, ’cos I told her how important our friendship is now—that you’ll have a reason to reject me. But she says it works the opposite way, and, uh, that I’m really just trying to make it impossible for you to say how you feel about me, ’cos I’m afraid what you’ll say is I don’t really matter to you.”
― Dennis Cooper, Try

“He ordered oxtail soup and enjoyed it heartily. Then he glanced at the menu for the fish, ordered a haddock and, seized with a sudden pang of hunger at the sight of so many people relishing their food, he ate some roast beef and drank two pints of ale, stimulated by the flavor of a cow-shed which this fine, pale beer exhaled.

His hunger persisted. He lingered over a piece of blue Stilton cheese, made quick work of a rhubarb tart, and to vary his drinking, quenched his thirst with porter, that dark beer which smells of Spanish licorice but which does not have its sugary taste.

He breathed deeply. Not for years had he eaten and drunk so much. This change of habit, this choice of unexpected and solid food had awakened his stomach from its long sleep. He leaned back in his chair, lit a cigarette and prepared to sip his coffee into which gin had been poured.”
― J.K. Huysmans, A rebours: Édition enrichie. Exploration de l'esthétisme et de la marginalité dans la France décadente du XIXe siècle

“She watched all the episodes of Sex and the City, swaying into the downtown bars and ordering a cosmopolitan, wondering if that’s all it would take to make the confetti of young adulthood start falling.”
― Calla Henkel, Other People’s Clothes

“had a nearly full scholarship, I could make an omelette and I knew I wanted to be an artist. I believed that should be enough.”
― Calla Henkel, Other People’s Clothes