Victoria Crockett

“I can't just give it away like that, Samantha. I wanted to leave it open...to interpretation." He smiles slightly at the word "interpretation," recalling perhaps key moments in his own genius.
"You need to tell me what you did. You need to tell me exactly."
"Do I?"
He's pissed now. And not a little heard Samantha. I am his audience of one, do I not realize that? The work he put into this thing, the planning. He was expecting frankly for me to be blown away. Instead here I am asking for little annoying details and worse -- explanations.
"I mean, why bother if I'm just going to bother telling you exactly? Where's the fun in that? Why bother making art at all?”
― Mona Awad, Bunny

“Maybe the point isn’t always to make things last,” he says. “Maybe it’s just to make them count.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, The Unsinkable Greta James

“The crowd wasn’t huge that night, maybe a couple hundred people. But as soon as she stepped onto the stage, Greta saw that her mom was right. There she was, right up front, with her thin glasses and short gray hair and sensible shoes, beaming amid a sea of college kids and hipsters dressed mostly in black. When their eyes met, Helen smiled and lifted a small white sign. Greta was in the middle of a complicated riff, but when the song came to an end, she took a few steps forward and squinted at it, trying to make out the words. GRETA’S MOM, it said in simple block lettering.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, The Unsinkable Greta James

“Maybe the point isn't always to make things last. Maybe it's just to make them count.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, The Unsinkable Greta James