Emma Forrest Quotes

Time heals all wounds. And if it doesn't, you name them something other than wounds and agree to let them stay.

He was addicted to meand now he has gone cold turkey. He used to send me fifty texts a day. And now he is ignoring me. It's like I was once his Barack Obama. And now I am John McCain, conceding defeat...

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Emma Forrest (born 26 December 1976) is an English film director, screenwriter and novelist.

I wanted to know how ugly I could get, how ruined and ugly and spoiled, before they stopped trying to fuck me. I didn't think they'd ever notice. Nobody had so far. Because I was still in the shape of...

Since I’m a cat who doesn’t know what I am, I wear track pants with old-skool Nikes but Gina Lollobrigida skintight sweaters. I am caught between childhood and va-va-voom.

I think that's such a beautiful sentiment. Love should only last as long as a very expensive and impractical bikini that looks stunning, but dissolves in the sea within days. So many pop songs tell of...

You can have this kind of love. You can have it. You just grab it. Of course the problem with having that love is that you can lose it, too.

I thought of him, with his feet in the Chateau Marmont pool and his fork in a carrot cake. He was just a little kid. I was upset at what I had introduced him to, the records and films he didn't alread...

And if you don’t know who you are, or if your real self has drifted away from you with the undertow, madness at least gives you an identity.

At the exit, they sell home-made soap with the evil eye attached, to protect yourself from people who'd wish you ill. I buy one, wondering, How do you hang it inside yourself?

You’re like Marilyn Monroe,’ Ken tells me, which I take as a compliment and say a nervous Thank You. Interrupting, he adds, ‘You’re all velvet and Velcro. Men want you because you’re sexy and broken a...

The sadness  the general sadness that squats and pees inside my brain  isn't over. It never will be. I know how best to chase it away, though. It usually works. Sometimes it doesn't. But I pray and sa...

Now here I am, seventeen with a bullet.

We intersect. He says he thanks every star that we existed on the same celestial plain. But here we are on earth, dirty, well used, a man-made throughway for intersecting dreams.

This boy has negative charisma. He walks into a room and the oxygen starts to evaporate. I guess that's why girls sleep with him. They find his awfulness transfixing. He's like a lousy 1970's disaster...

Are you mine?Yes.Are you mine?Yes.Are you mine?No.No?No. I loved being yours. But now I’m mine, which is all I ever was, in the end.