Stephanie Danler, Sweetbitter Quotes
Pigeons flew in diminishing waves between the low buildings. The sun rose. It said, Now that you've done this, you can never have that. Now that I'm like this, I can never go back.
How impossible it is to forget the stories we tell ourselves, even when the truth should super-cede them.
When the truffles arrived the paintings leaned off the wall toward them.
I said, "It really didn't feel like a choice. Where else is there to go?