Pedro: A queen like you has much more use for a dragon than a boyfriend.
lust
Cecily, on summer.
Cecily: I was romantically involved with four people over the summer. I enjoyed it. It went well with the weather and the food options.
Two friends, on the doctor.
Cecily: I was looking at wedding rings this morning.
Arnaud: Why?! Butterflies’ fingers are too thin for rings dear. You must be ill. Go and see a doctor.
Cecily: I need a ring. What if I get old and nobody loves me enough to keep me company, and all I have left is old copies of Vogue magazine and thoughts about what could have been if I had shared my life with somebody? Maybe the doctor will marry me…
Cecily, on a beautiful lover.
Cecily: His face comes directly from heaven. But, like the concept of heaven, his personality has some holes.
Two friends, on an orchestra.
Cecily: Yves went to inform his music teacher that he’s staying in Paris so he can be with me forever, instead of joining the Royal Concertgebouw Orchestra.
Charles: You have a responsibility to the global art world. Just drug him and put him on the Eurostar.
Two friends, on Game Theory.
Charles: Yves saying that he would choose to stay with you in Paris instead of taking a dream job in Amsterdam is classic Game Theory. His dominant strategy: lock you in. Your dominant strategy: try as many men as possible, before you settle. Those are conflicting outcomes in a zero-sum game. His best move? Increase the cost to defect. In this case, the cost is your level of guilt for keeping him here if you continue to gadabout with all the other male creatives of Paris.
Cecily: That’s a well thought-out and convincingly articulated hypothesis, my friend.
Charles: Do keep in mind that research finds Game Theory applies best to the emotionally rational, i.e. sociopaths. So you know, he may be a sociopath or he may just be truly in love with you.
Cecily, on dating.
Cecily: The problem is, I date like a man. And men like the company of other men. In dresses.
Cecily, on Mr. Right.
Cecily: Mr. Right is always right for a few weeks. Right now there are four Mr. Not-quite-right-but-good-for-winter-nights types.
Two people, on wisdom.
Cecily: You look sad.
Jonathan: Yes.
Cecily: Why?
Jonathan: Because women and men are the same… It would be better if women were wiser.
Cecily: It would be better if you were in love with a wiser woman.
Two friends, after New Year’s Eve.
Cecily: One day, someone will write about the grand explosion that was yesterday. Perhaps it was not so much an explosion as a type of cold war. I kissed Nino. Yves walked in and saw us. Jonathan wanted to beat Yves to a bloody pulp. Augustin pontificated about the fact that none of the others were good enough to receive the love of half the tip of my little finger. All of them confessed their undying love for me.
Alexander: Queen.
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