I Swear I'll Melt If You Touch Me At All . . .

But Then I'll Ask You To Do It Again And Again. . .

Monday, March 26, 2007

Girls in Times Square, page 282.

Lily knew it wasn't. "I know she's not looking as well as she used to. But I'm telling you, something happens to beautiful people. They think that something extra is owned to them by life, by God, by all people around them. They think their life has to be better, more dramatic, happier - in colour, not in black and white."
"Everyone wishes their life were happier."
Lily shook her head. "No. Not like beautiful people. They walk on the earth, their chin up to the rest of us, and think that great happiness, great love, great joy is their right and their prerogative. Passion as the entitlement of the rich." Lily pasued. "Especially when it comes to love. Beauty and love become somehow synonymous. How can plain people have great love? They can't, that's how. They can have average love, mediocre love, but their hearts can't soar. Only beautiful hearts can soar."

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