“At the exit, they sell home-made soap with the evil eye attached, to protect yourself from people who'd wish you ill. I… — Emma Forrest Evil Copy Share Image
“I win, and we discover that when men peer into a car that is blasting "True Faith" on the outskirts of San… — Emma Forrest Feminism Copy Share Image
Well. There is a psychiatric occurrence we see in men-not often women-where they put all their hopes and dreams onto one person,… — Emma Forrest Brain Copy Share Image
He was a super shiny boy and I liked the shape of him. Under the blanket. In the shower. I liked his… — Emma Forrest Copy Share Image
When he kisses me, I cry. I explain it's not because I wish he were someone else, it's because it's such a… — Emma Forrest Copy Share Image
People don't know. We don't know ourselves so we tell ourselves what we really know is other people. We could say the… — Emma Forrest Depth Copy Share Image
It took a long time, but my heart now feels full when I think of him. When you fall in love again—which… — Emma Forrest Copy Share Image
I finally accept that not only do I not understand the death of my relationship, but I do not need to. These… — Emma Forrest Copy Share Image
“Hotel rooms are funny things. They make everything look different. If people have to sleep with each other, sexually or platonically, they… — Emma Forrest Hotel Copy Share Image
I think that's such a beautiful sentiment. Love should only last as long as a very expensive and impractical bikini that looks… — Emma Forrest Beautiful Copy Share Image
“I thought of him, with his feet in the Chateau Marmont pool and his fork in a carrot cake. He was just… — Emma Forrest Mother Copy Share Image
It's like he has emotional amnesia... I think you have to accept that the person you knew isn't there at the moment.… — Emma Forrest Copy Share Image
A lot of the time in my recurring dreams, before I was diagnosed, iconic people would either be good or evil figures.… — Emma Forrest Copy Share Image
“No one knows we're there, no one sees us. We never leave the room. I think about the secret voice you use… — Emma Forrest Love Copy Share Image
Your own love story? Your paramour may have had lovers before you. But no one has ever loved him the way you… — Emma Forrest Alive Copy Share Image
It is madness. And if you don't know who you are, or if your real self has drifted away from you with… — Emma Forrest Copy Share Image
I didn't know there was something really wrong, because everyone was crazy. It's just that everyone else was still functional. I didn't… — Emma Forrest Copy Share Image
Let me tell you something: when you dance, you are the greatest dancer who has ever lived. And when you sing, you… — Emma Forrest Copy Share Image
In other words, it was a struggle with himself. And the product of that struggle: anger, bitterness, resentment, envy or transformation, aspiration,… — Emma Forrest Anger Copy Share Image
You want to know, but are afraid to ask, whether or not I found someone. If there could be anyone to fill… — Emma Forrest Alive Copy Share Image
I envied women with signature hair-dos, signature perfumes, signature sign-offs. Novelists who tell Vogue Magazine: “I can’t live without my Smythson notebook,… — Emma Forrest Copy Share Image
“I think about pasta in the shape of Hello Kitty, stockings with diamond seams up the back, Marilyn's crumbling cake-mascara, and Liz… — Emma Forrest Hello kitty Copy Share Image
“When I come to the end of my life ― when I come to the real end, at the right time, my mind… — Emma Forrest Death Copy Share Image
He was only twenty-five.He was young enough to miss his youth just as it was slipping away. The worst kind of loss-the… — Emma Forrest Copy Share Image
It's all in her walk, a cartoon swagger. Part Jayne Mansfield, part Muhammad Ali. Men never know if it's an invitation upstairs… — Emma Forrest Copy Share Image
My thoughts are messy, my emotions are messy, my body goes in and out at will. The raised white scars on my… — Emma Forrest Copy Share Image
“The sadness ― the general sadness that squats and pees inside my brain ― isn't over. It never will be. I know how best… — Emma Forrest Depression Copy Share Image
“When he asked if he was mine, tears in his eyes, I think he knew what he would do, what he would… — Emma Forrest Heartbreak Copy Share Image
Now that he's gone, I feel like I'm a senior citizen who gave away her life savings over the phone. And this… — Emma Forrest Copy Share Image
Of course he freaked me out. Of course it's nothing to do with me. But none of that matters. He loved me… — Emma Forrest Copy Share Image
I think it's sort of the hypothetical point where communism and fascism meet. They love tragedy, and they love surface beauty. You… — Emma Forrest Copy Share Image
“You may right now be nursing a broken heart. Friends will say, "Aren't you glad you had the experience anyway?" And you… — Emma Forrest Heartbreak Copy Share Image
