“Everyone thinks they are the stars of their own personal TV show. For the more realistic and modest among us, there is always the role of character actor—but we marginalize wimps like these “on” Long Island, where everything, like our pickup trucks and palatial saltwater pools, has to be big...”
“You’re staring at me again with a curl at the edge of your mouth, and I imagine Orpheus, his inability to look anywhere else. I hope that you find me lovely enough to turn to dust. I tell you that you have a nice smile, and you show more teeth.”
— "I Want To Be The Paint Between Your Fingers," Arianna Taylor, Vol 3
