Quotations From AMELIA GRAY


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  • “Tess realized one of the great modern dating sadnesses: everyone is so used to the comforting glow of the computer screen that no one can go so far as to say "good morning" in public without being liquored up.”
    Amelia Gray, AM/PM
  • “I feel like a brand new bitch.”
    Amelia Gray, AM/PM
  • “Why does the rain make us feel so romantic and strange? Maybe its the fact that we are unnatural spectators of it, from inside our homes, and it is a reminder that we have the power to live our whole lives like this, if we choose. Its not the smell of fertile ground kicked up by raindrops, or the slick leaves, or the way we must amplify our voices to be heard over this larger presence. Its the power of the rooftop that makes us want to fuck under it.”
    Amelia Gray, AM/PM
  • “Just because you made it warm doesnt make it yours”
    Amelia Gray, AM/PM
  • “You lose everything you love in the order in which you love it.”
    Amelia Gray, Threats
  • “They were in love! Carla wore her hair up and Andrew saw everything as a sign. They spent an entire afternoon sitting side by side in a coffee shop, taking more meaning than necessary from the world around them. A man wearing boxing gloves walked down the sidewalk in front of them and they took that to mean they would be together forever.”
    Amelia Gray, AM/PM
  • “She was the kind of girl who climbed the tallest tree and cried to be let down, but she was also the kind of girl who would scramble and jump down on her own as soon as someone went in for the ladder.”
    Amelia Gray, AM/PM
  • “It was hard to admit that those days were over, but it was hard to admit that any days were over, that the days themselves didnt stretch like pulled taffy and sag to the floor.”
    Amelia Gray, Threats
  • “Today, its possible to read both erotica and books written for children without fear of social castigation.”
  • “The more bleach in the bedsheets, the greater Chastitys impulse to roll around in them. A party would be thrown, she decided, the kind that would tell a small story in the contents of the dustpan the next morning. Detached sequins and mint leaves muddled by high heels, shrimp tales mixed in with a few shards of broken glass, a crust of bread. She rolled in her bleached sheets until they wrapped around her like a storm, and she fell asleep in the eye of it.”
    Amelia Gray, AM/PM
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