Cecily: They are singing opera and playing the piano next door, and I wonder if I am living next door to myself.
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Two friends, on Cecily.
Cecily: Cecily doesn’t drive, Ishmael.
Ishmael: She is driven.
Alexander, on life changes.
Alexander: I have begun to eat meat again and stopped recycling; it’s doing wonders for my creative flow.
Two friends, on life.
Cecily: I’m still here. Living. I smell like wine though.
Alexander: Don’t we all.
Cecily, on job titles.
Cecily: If I told you I were a “Moment Creator” would you think me pretentious as fuck?
Cecily, on relative poverty.
Cecily: When I was poor in Paris, I couldn’t afford a Vogue magazine to feed me like Carrie Bradshaw. Instead, I took Übers.
Two friends, on gifts.
Cecily: It’s so easy to find gifts for women… A small bracelet, a petite pair of earrings, a little bunch of flowers…
Carlo: A medium-sized bank account…
Cecily, on herself.
Cecily: Horizontal mobility would suit me just as well as upward mobility in this life. I have already reached a level of refinement and class unrivalled, and now I seek to enrich my experience, broadly and without apology.
Cecily, on new shoes.
Cecily: I just acquired shoes I can wear in a forest. I haven’t had “forest shoes” for several years. Manolo Blahnik weeps for me today.
Two friends, on lack of sheep.
Cecily: I have no sheep in my apartment.
Charles: Where do you get your wool from? How do you stay warm in the winter?
Cecily: Harrods’ cashmere.
Charles: But do your blankets and throws offer you unconditional love and, more importantly, loyalty?
Cecily: No, but my Italian greyhound does.
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