Stephanie Danler

Sweetbitter

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Christabelle Adeline
Christabelle Adelinemembuat kutipan4 tahun yang lalu
“Sweetheart, you can’t make a set of aesthetic decisions without making an ethical one. That’s what makes them fake people.”
Ksenia Kosmacheva
Ksenia Kosmachevamembuat kutipantahun lalu
“Aging is peculiar,” she said, moving a piece of parsnip around the plate with her fork. “I don’t think you should be lied to about it. You have a moment of relevancy—when the books, clothes, bars, technology—when everything is speaking directly to you, expressing you exactly. You move toward the edge of the circle and then you’re abruptly outside the circle. Now what to do with that? Do you stay, peering backward? Or do you walk away?”
Natalie Hale
Natalie Halemembuat kutipan3 tahun yang lalu
But if you take art too seriously you wind up killing yourself.
Yury Shevchenko
Yury Shevchenkomembuat kutipan4 tahun yang lalu
OUR GOAL,” he said, “is to make the guests feel that we are on their side. Any business transaction—actually any life transaction—is negotiated by how you are making the other person feel.”
Yury Shevchenko
Yury Shevchenkomembuat kutipan4 tahun yang lalu
Now your tongue is coded. A certain connoisseurship of taste, a mark of how you deal with the world, is the ability to relish the bitter, to crave it even, the way you do the sweet.
Коля Вишняков
Коля Вишняковmembuat kutipan6 bulan yang lalu
“I’m not crying. I’m just tired.”
“Yeah, no shit, that’s life,”
Ksenia Kosmacheva
Ksenia Kosmachevamembuat kutipantahun lalu
The way we can’t unlearn things even when we know they aren’t true.”
Ksenia Kosmacheva
Ksenia Kosmachevamembuat kutipantahun lalu
try not to have ideas about things, always aim for the thing itself. I
Ksenia Kosmacheva
Ksenia Kosmachevamembuat kutipantahun lalu
it was my nature, maybe that’s what they’d hired me for—that I was too hospitable to strangers. On street corners, in bars, in line, I felt a duty to entertain, as if I were clocked in. I didn’t know how to be uninviting. I put my book up.
☁️ ursula ☁️
☁️ ursula ☁️membuat kutipantahun lalu
I’m dragging, make it a double.
What did she expect?
And win just enough.
I guess you just had to be there.
Three fucking turns.
On a Tuesday.
Jesus, we were slammed all night.
☁️ ursula ☁️
☁️ ursula ☁️membuat kutipantahun lalu
“It’s going to be boring after this.” I looked at her, her red lips and unforgiving eyes. I thought, I will miss you.
☁️ ursula ☁️
☁️ ursula ☁️membuat kutipantahun lalu
I thought that once I got to this city nothing could ever catch up with me because I could remake my life daily. Once that had made me feel infinite. Now I was certain I would never learn. Being remade was the same thing as being constantly undone.
☁️ ursula ☁️
☁️ ursula ☁️membuat kutipantahun lalu
“You know what I dislike? When people use the future as a consolation for the present. I don’t know if there is anything less helpful.”
☁️ ursula ☁️
☁️ ursula ☁️membuat kutipantahun lalu
“Child, what is wrong with you? There’s no roses in the damn wine. Wine is wine and it makes you loose and helps you dance. That’s it. The way you kids talk, like everything is life or death.”
☁️ ursula ☁️
☁️ ursula ☁️membuat kutipantahun lalu
I experienced the boundlessness that ships cut from their moorings must feel. I experienced again that feeling of having money, paying the tolls, of being allowed to enter the race. Yes, I felt the freedom again, even if I couldn’t quite recapture the hope. I could have walked all night. All the times I’d been denied entrance, all the times I’d asked permission — but it was my city too.
☁️ ursula ☁️
☁️ ursula ☁️membuat kutipantahun lalu
Simone could go anywhere, I wanted to say. Then I thought of her being trained in some generic, tableclothed space and I knew what he meant. She had overqualified herself for her own line of work. The thought of her in another uniform was offensive.
☁️ ursula ☁️
☁️ ursula ☁️membuat kutipantahun lalu
The key, the key, a month, a month. Some white-trash tattoo parlor. He had probably been underage and she had probably been his consenting adult. I wondered how she covered her breasts while the needle hit her, whether she and Jake had locked eyes or if he’d turned politely away. A series of men touching it on her and asking, What’s this about? She would say, It’s nothing. And a series of women all over his body, ending with my idiotic face, asking, Why a key? Never an answer, never a clue.
☁️ ursula ☁️
☁️ ursula ☁️membuat kutipantahun lalu
The Owner was all smooth surfaces when he strode in and shook the inspector’s hand. I was still waiting for the explosion — a punch, a copper pan flying, a gasp. When the Owner looked out at us, I knew that would never happen.
☁️ ursula ☁️
☁️ ursula ☁️membuat kutipantahun lalu
That’s why it’s always the videos, she’s not something to listen to, she’s something to look at. She’s so powerful, knowing you can’t look away, and then this glint in her eye that she’s just playing. That she’s still a child and she’s played this fantastic joke on you. And then, it’s like, those eyes went vacant. She wasn’t in on the joke anymore. Does that make sense? She was the joke — she didn’t know.
☁️ ursula ☁️
☁️ ursula ☁️membuat kutipantahun lalu
It was a hazard of my job — or maybe it was my nature, maybe that’s what they’d hired me for — that I was too hospitable to strangers. On street corners, in bars, in line, I felt a duty to entertain, as if I were clocked in. I didn’t know how to be uninviting. I put my book up.
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