She is the elephantโs eyebrows,โ Evie whispered appreciatively. โThose jewels! How her neck must ache.โ โThatโs why Bayer makes aspirin,โ Mabel whispered back, and Evie smiled, knowing that even a socialist wasnโt immune to the dazzle of a movie star.
Libba BrayI don't think you should die until you're ready. Until you've wrung out every last bit of living you can.
Libba BrayHe took comfort in the neon signs, the wild strands of jazz creeping out of clubs whenever happy swells of people pushed through the doors in their finery.
Libba Bray