Cecily: Just one day, I want to be on the train to Inverness and catch a man’s eye. We’d fall easily into a Lady Macbeth and Macbeth kind of love.
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Two friends, on gardens.
Cecily: Kipling once wrote, “Gardens are not made by singing ‘Oh, how beautiful’, and sitting in the shade”.
Ishmael: I like that. How can I use it?
Cecily: Well, for me it means something about embracing motivated change in all forms. Making active decisions. Never getting complacent. We grow our gardens — alone or with others — and some seasons are made for poppies and others for Japanese maples and others for stones or sand to be tilled gently.
Ishmael: That’s beautiful.
Cecily: It’s beautiful or it’s trite. But sometimes there is beauty in the trite.
Wisdom, by Cecily.
Cecily: Don’t be afraid to fail in a decision that you make together. In any relationship, the only thing you have to fear is a failed decision that you made alone.
Cecily, to Alexander.
Cecily: I like your sweater. It says “I’m-Yves-Saint-Laurent-chilling-out-at-home-after-a-psychotic-episode”-chic.
Two friends, on stealing back hearts.
Cecily: Today I will go to Bordeaux for the very first time!
Arnaud: The woman I am in love with is there with her husband. If you see my heart somewhere around Bordeaux, pretend not to know me.
Cecily: I’ll pick it up from the floor and hide it in my purse on my way back to Paris. Like a fugitive orchid.
Arnaud: I don’t miss it. Tell it I am in Tasmania.
Cecily, on long-distance love.
Cecily: I know that when we’re together I try to cherish every moment, but when we’re apart, I count the minutes I didn’t spend touching your face.
Cecily, on mediocrity.
Cecily: I do not wish to mellow out in my own mediocrity, and I certainly won’t be accepting yours.
Two friends, on depression.
Cecily: It’s Sunday, so I’m reading up on clinical depression.
Jonathan: I cannot wait for humanoids to replace human beings. Depression will disappear and robotic laughs will overwhelm the world.
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…
Alexander, on stock characters.
Alexander: I have realised recently that the vast majority of people one meets are simply stock characters in the grand scheme of life’s narrative. The only people worth holding on to are other “writers”. Nearly all of the people with whom I consort are plot devices, nothing more. So now I’m bingeing on Häagen-Dazs, drinking The Botanist out of the bottle, and watching Bridget Jones’ Diary.
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