I read everything. I read biographies, mainly because I didn’t know how other people live their lives. I think my variations reading came from a deep longing for something that was missing. I was searching for someone, for my story. To not feel so alone.
And she’s English?
Welsh. Well, half Welsh.
Half Welsh and half…
It’s hard to see people from your past when your present is so cataclysmically screwed up.
I was raised to be charming, not sincere.
Queen Clarisse Renaldi:
The Queen is never late, everybody else is simply early.
[with strong French accent]
You, you come with me to pick up Peter.
No, you you come with me to pick up MacIntosh!
No no no no, you you you! and if you don’t come I… oh merde alors comment on dit ça…
Comment ça ”merde alors”? but alors you are French!
Will you take off your shirt… fuck! Seriously? It’s like you’re Photoshopped!
Are these non-fat muffins? ARE THESE NON-FAT MUFFINS?
Coffee Shop Guy:
I-I-I think so…
Oh, Gee, Hon, you gotta get some of those!