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'm sorry,' he says simply. 'People make mistakes, Gemma. We take the wrong action for the right reasons, and the right action for the wrong reasons.
Libba BrayI'm like everyone else in this stupid, bloody, amazing world. I'm flawed. Impossibly so. But hopeful. I'm still me.
Libba BrayWe have work to do if you are not to be a total failure like high-waisted, acid-wash jeans.
Libba BrayIn each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. Weโre each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something solid, something real. Weโve got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there is a lot of grey to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.
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