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AN ASTERISM

The arrangement of sun-dried spiders and flies in the glass dome of the outside light.
The buckshot wound
in this year's Oldham Metropolitan Borough sign.

Rust, beginning to freckle the chrome of the sage-green mint-condition Morris Minor.
That cluster of dead-spots plaguing the glaze of the bathroom mirror.

(…) as light is to star, as kindness is to good, so acorn is to wood.

What do you call the vast nothing between the pages of the universe? The whisper-thin nowhere-at-all that waits in the place where one story ends and another begins?

It’s a lie but I let it stand because she did the same for me, and sometimes lies are lifeboats.

A cool wind slinks through [the windows], smelling of midnight and magic.

A jsi živ. Žiješ! Nakonec až křičel, i když jen tiše, v mrazivém hukotu vlastní krve.

When you dig just the tiniest bit beneath the surface, everyone's love life is original and interesting and nuanced and defies any easy definition.

The way he said it, I realized he had slept with people outside our marriage, and I wondered if any woman was ever really safe from men like Max and Don. I thought of how many women out there thought they could prevent their husbands from cheating if only they were as gorgeous as Evelyn Hugo. But it never stopped any man I loved.

"Let me sleep on it," I said. I knew I was going to take the part. It was the only part I could get. But you never get anywhere good by seeming amenable.

I keep searching for ways in which Frankie, Evelyn, and I all leave this situation getting what we want. But I realize suddenly that the only thing I can control is that I get what I want.
And why shouldn't I?
Really.
Why *shouldn't* it be me who comes out on top?

What’s that saying? Behind every gorgeous woman, there’s a man sick of screwing her? Well, it works both ways. No one mentions that part.

It was over before I even knew what happened, the skin on my face stinging from the blow I could barely believe had come my way.
If you've never been smacked across the face, let me tell you something, it is humiliating. Mostly because your eyes start to tear up, whether you mean to be crying or not. The shock of it and the sheer force of it stimulate your tear ducts.

It strikes me as a unique form of power to say your own name when you know that everyone in the room, everyone in the world, already knows it.

DAISY: (…) You can justify anything. If you're narcissistic enough to believe that the universe conspires for and against you—which we all are, deep down—then you can convince yourself you're getting signs about anything and everything.

WARREN: There's a code to two men fighting it out. You don't punch the nuts. You don't really kick. You never bite. Niccolo would have bitten. You could just see it.

DAISY: (…) And something just sort of clicked in me.
You have to have one person in your life that you know would never do anything to steer you wrong. They may disagree with you. They could even break your heart, from time to time.
But you have to have one person, at least, who you know will always tell you the truth.

GRAHAM: (…) But back then I thought music was just about music.
But music is never about music. If it was, we'd be writing songs about guitars. But we don't. We write songs about women.
Women will crush you, you know? I suppose everybody hurts everybody, but women always seem to get back up, you ever notice that? Women are always still standing.

DAISY: Just how honest do we have to get here? I know I told you I'd tell you everything but how much "everything" do you really want to know?

DAISY: (…) But knowing you're good can only take you so far. At some point, you need someone else to see it, too. Appreciation from people you admire changes how you see yourself. And Billy saw me the way I wanted to be seen. There is nothing more powerful than that. I really believe that.
Everybody wants somebody to hold up the right mirror.

KAREN: (…) I used to think soul mates were two of the same. I used to think I was supposed to look for somebody that was just like me.
I don't believe in soul mates anymore and I'm not looking for anything. But if I did believe in them, I'd believe your soul mate was somebody who had all the things you didn't, that needed all the things you had. Not somebody who's suffering from the same stuff you are.

GRAHAM: (…) When you have everything, someone else getting a little something feels like they’re stealing from you.

DAISY: (…) When you're in a situation like that, when you have a man looming over you, it's as if every decision you made to lead to that moment—alone with a man you don't trust—flashes before your eyes.
Something tells me men don't do that same thing. When they are standing there, threatening a woman, I doubt they count every wrong step they made to become the asshole they are. But they should.

ROD: I always tell my people to stay away from benzos and heroin. People don't die staying up, they die when they go to sleep. Look at Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison. Downers kill you.

CAMILA: I believe what I said was, and you know, earmuffs, but I believe what I said was "Who the fuck do you think you are, cheating on me? You think there's a woman alive who is better than what you have?"

You have these lines you won't cross. But then you cross them. And suddenly you possess the very dangerous information that you can break the rule and the world won't instantly come to an end.
You've taken a big, black, bold line and you've made it a little bit gray. And now every time you cross it again, it just gets grayer and grayer until one day you look around and you think, There was a line here once, I think.

KAREN: Watching Billy, it felt a little bit like watching a dog find a master. He wanted to please him, wanted the record deal. You could feel it dripping off him.

WARREN: Teddy Price was ugly as sin. A face only a mother could love. [Laughs] I'm just messing around. He was ugly, though. I liked that he didn't seem to care.

KAREN: That's the glory of being a man. An ugly face isn't the end of you.

BILLY: Karen was just a great musician. That was all there was to it. I always say I don't care if you're a man, woman, white, black, gay, straight, or anything in between—if you play well, you play well. Music is a great equalizer in that way.

KAREN: Men often think they deserve a sticker for treating women like people.

SIMONE: I was the only one encouraging her to make something of herself with her talent. Everybody else just tried to make something of *themselves* with what she had.

DAISY: I had absolutely no interest in being somebody else's muse.
I am not a muse.
I am the somebody.
End of fucking story.

It's one thing to be confused in the world's eyes, but to be confused in your own eyes is where the problem starts.