Your own love story? Your paramour may have had lovers before you. But no one has ever loved him the way you do. No one has ever heard music. Not the way you hear it. The songs are beautiful vampires, asleep in your iPod, coming alive at night, aglow. You can have them on your hours, yours to conduct. Music shapes us and we shape it.
Emma ForrestPeople don't know. We don't know ourselves so we tell ourselves what we really know is other people. We could say the depth of pain we feel for the lovers who've left us is because we knew them so well.
Emma ForrestI envied women with signature hair-dos, signature perfumes, signature sign-offs. Novelists who tell Vogue Magazine: โI canโt live without my Smythson notebook, Pomegranate Noir cologne by Jo Malone and Frette sheetsโ. In the grip of madness, materialism begins to look like an admirable belief system.
Emma ForrestThere is that doll dress-up quality of adorable teenage girl writer, and I never felt either as adorable as I was supposed to be, or as dark as the rumors, you know, "She must have slept with the editor," and I was like, "Oh my god, I'm still a virgin." It was very strange.
Emma ForrestI do think everything that happens in American pop culture sort of prescribes for England and does end up happening there six months later, maybe a year.
Emma ForrestA lot of the time in my recurring dreams, before I was diagnosed, iconic people would either be good or evil figures. I remember dreaming really basic stuff like trying to navigate the London underground, but then Paul Newman would be the only one who would direct me to the right trains. And I'm trying to remember who would direct me to the wrong ones.
Emma Forrest