Cecily : What does she do?
Valentino: Nothing! She’s perfect!
gender studies
Two friends on movements.
Raj: Hippies were a real counter culture. They were a movement against something.
Cecily: And hipsters are simply trying to move the world towards typewriters.
Two friends, on family
Cecily: My father arrives in Paris tomorrow.
Alexander: I will pray for you, to whatever agnostic force exists in the beyond.
Cecily: You need not do that. My father is lovely.
Alexander: Oh really? I thought you too suffered from a case of « batshit family ».
Cecily: I do have a batshit family, but probably not in your sense. We’re high-functioning on the bad-shit spectrum.
Alexander, on love and Portland.
Alexander: I think this is the death of me — falling in love with a man on the West Coast and relaxing further into the blissful black hole of soft drugs and rampant socially acceptable alcoholism that is Portland.
Alexander, on June.
Alexander: And my semi-obscure French word for June is rightfully, in my opinion anyway, “frisson”.
Two friends, on Tinder.
Arnaud: I won’t go back on Tinder. How could I say “Hi, I’m Arnaud. I see a psychiatrist and a magnetist !” ?
Cecily: Instead, tell everyone you see dead people. Way cooler. Vintage ’90s.
Jonathan, on Cecily.
Jonathan: I wonder if sometimes I am the mermaid and you are the argonaut.
Cecily, on Parisian floods.
Cecily: Arise fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale under fucking rain clouds.
Cecily, to Ishmael.
Cecily: You are lucky you broke up in the spring. It’s a gentler time for the soul.
Rahoul, on a female.
Rahoul: A female is in the place. She must be mounted.
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