She had the swagger of a girl. She blushed like a boy. She had a girl’s toughness. She has a boy’s gentleness. She was as meaty as a girl. She was as graceful as a boy. She was as brave and handsome and rough as a girl. She was as pretty and delicate and dainty as a boy. She turned boys' heads like a girl. She turned girls' heads like a boy. She made love like a boy. She made love like a girl. She was so boyish it was girlish, so girlish it was boyish, she made me want to rove the world writing our names on every tree. I had simply never found someone so right. Sometimes this shocked me so much that I was unable to speak.
Ali SmithGoogle is so strange. It promises everything, but everything isn't there. You type in the words for what you need, and what you need becomes superfluous in an instant, shadowed instantaneously by the things you really need, and none of them answerable by Google....Sure, there's a certain charm to being able to look up and watch Eartha Kitt singing Old Fashioned Millionaire in 1957 at three in the morning or Hayley Mills singing a song about femininity from an old Disney film. But the charm is a kind of deception about a whole new way of feeling lonely, a semblance of plenitude but really a new level of Dante's inferno, a zombie-filled cemetery of spurious clues, beauty, pathos, pain, the faces of puppies, women and men from all over the world tied up and wanked over in site after site, a great sea of hidden shallows. More and more, the pressing human dilemma: how to walk a clean path between obscenities.
Ali SmithAșa că s-a dus direct afară și a spart o fereastră drept cadou de ziua ei.
Halal cadou, spune Midge. De ziua mea vreau un Mini Cooper.
(Oh, Dumnezeule, sora mea care are legătură cu mine este o din aia - o ciudată, o lipsă, una căreia nu poți să i-o tragi, o sub-dezvoltată și care nici măcar nu merită să fie făcută ilegală.)
Ali SmithDe fapt, chiar ne comportam ca niște domnișoare. Aruncam pietrele înfășurate în săculeți de pânză pe care îi confecționasem special cu mâinile noastre pentru a pune pietrele în ei. Așa eram de domnișoare.
Ali SmithOamenii treceau pe trotuarul de deasupra. Mă priveau ca și cum aș fi fost nebună. Un pescăruș patrula pe autostradă. Mă privea ca și cum aș fi fost nebună.
Ali SmithSimt cum ceva crește în mine, la fel de mare ca și bărbăția lui. Este mânie.
Ali SmithAcum dorești să vorbești cu una din fetele sau băieții sau ce-or fi care au scris mesajele, sau cu unul din cei șapte pitici? Pe care l-ai dori? Îl avem pe Mutulică, Hapciu', Morocănosu', Rușinosu', Somnorosu', Năsosu' și încă unul al cărui nume va trebui să-l caut pentru dumneata.
Ali SmithWords words words. Words Words words. Words words Words.
Ali Smith...he had simply typed the words something beautiful into the Google images box. Up came a picture of some leaves against the sun. A picture of a blonde photoshop-smooth woman and baby sleeping. A picture of a bird. A picture of Mother Teresa. A picture of a modernist building made of shiny metal. A picture of two people sticking knives into their own hands. Google is so strange. It promises everything, but everything isn’t there. You type in the words for what you need, and what you need becomes superfluous in an instant, shadowed instantaneously by the things you really need, and none of them answerable by Google
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