It’s about the importance of all of us speaking freely, even if people wanna silence us. So that we can become the kind of women our younger selves would admire.
You just say what it is that you want, not what everyone else wants, and then you do that.[to Ani]
Write it like no one will ever read it.[Not Luke, not your musty in-laws, definitely not your parents.]That is how you write something worth reading.[to Ani]
Sometimes I feel like a wind-up doll. Turn my key, and I’ll tell you exactly what you wanna hear.
I need to be able to say that I work at The New York Times, that I live in an elevator doorman building in Tribeca, and that my name is Ani Harrison because I married the lacrosse captain of Nantucket.[to Nell]
What’s the point of being at your fighting weight if you’re not gonna fight?
There’s a special place in hell for women who can’t show you just one picture of their children.
One day, I’ll have a corner office with my own insufferable display of prestigious and frankly phallic-looking awards. Until then, I pretend I’m important.
Watch now on:
MFA programs are just for white girls who can’t get paid to write.
I’m not to the manor born, but I have something no trust fund can buy. The edge.
I intend to send a very clear message. This is an heirloom. We don’t just have money. We come from money. Take your best shot.
I don’t know if I’m fun. I don’t know what’s me and what part I invented to make people like me.[to Luke]