And now the purple dusk of twilight time, steals across the meadows of my heart.

“Everybody’s youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.”
-F. Scott Fitzgerald

“Hollywood is a place where they’ll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul.”
-Marilyn Monroe

“I advise everybody not to save: spend your money. Most people save all their lives and leave it to somebody else. Money is to be enjoyed.”
-Hedy Lamarr

“Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your heart or burn down your house, you can never tell.”
-Joan Crawford

“Don’t look forward to the day you stop suffering, because when it comes you’ll know you’re dead.”
-Tennessee Williams

“I don’t understand people who like to work and talk about it like it was some sort of goddamn duty. Doing nothing feels like floating on warm water to me. Delightful, perfect.”
-Ava Gardner

“If you’re going to do something wrong, do it big, because the punishment is the same either way.”
-Jayne Mansfield

“A woman whose smile is open and whose expression is glad has a kind of beauty no matter what she wears.”
-Anne Roiphe

“We rob banks!,” she said.

Yesterday I watched True Romance (1993) and today Badlands (1973), two films influenced by the revolutionary Bonnie And Clyde (1967). I still prefer the latter, but I liked the other two as well.

“One day, while taking a look at some vistas in Dad’s stereopticon, it hit me that I was just this little girl, born in Texas, whose father was a sign painter, who only had just so many years to live. It sent a chill down my spine and I thought where would I be this very moment, if Kit had never met me? Or killed anybody… this very moment… if my mom had never met my dad… if she had never died. And what’s the man I’ll marry gonna look like? What’s he doing right this minute? Is he thinking about me now, by some coincidence, even though he doesn’t know me? Does it show on his face? For days afterwards I lived in dread. Sometimes I wished I could fall asleep and be taken off to some magical land, and this never happened. “

“I had to come all the way from the highway and byways of Tallahassee, Florida to MotorCity, Detroit to find my true love. If you gave me a million years to ponder, I would never have guessed that true romance and Detroit would ever go together. And til this day, the events that followed all still seems like a distant dream. But the dream was real and was to change our lives forever. I kept asking Clarence why our world seemed to be collapsing and things seemed to be getting so shitty. And he’d say, “that’s the way it goes, but don’t forget, it goes the other way too.” That’s the way romance is… Usually, that’s the way it goes, but every once in awhile, it goes the other way too. “

“You’ve heard the story of Jesse James / Of how he lived and died / If you’re still in need / Of something to read / Here’s the story of Bonnie and Clyde. / Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang / I’m sure you all have read / How they rob and steal / And those who squeal / Are usually found dyin’ or dead. / They call them cold-hearted killers / They say they are heartless and mean / But I say this with pride / That I once knew Clyde / When he was honest and upright and clean. / But the laws fooled around / Kept takin’ him down / And lockin’ him up in a cell / Till he said to me: “I’ll never be free / So I’ll meet a few of them in Hell.” / If a policeman is killed in Dallas / And they have no clue to guide / If they can’t find a fiend / They just wipe their slate clean / And hang it on Bonnie and Clyde / If they try to act like citizens / And rent them a nice little flat / About the third night / They’re invited to fight / By a sub-guns’ rat-a-tat-tat. / Some day, they’ll go down together / They’ll bury them side by side / To a few, it’ll be grief / To the law, a relief / But it’s death for Bonnie and Clyde.”

“He needed me now more than ever, but something had come between us. I’d stopped even paying attention to him. Instead I sat in the car and read a map and spelled out entire sentences with my tongue on the roof of mouth where nobody could read them.”

“I always said, if I had to fuck a guy… I mean had to, if my life depended on it… I’d fuck Elvis.”

“You know what you done there? You told my story, you told my whole story right there, right there. One time, I told you I was gonna make you somebody. That’s what you done for me. You made me somebody they’re gonna remember. “

“Little did I realise that what began in the alleys and back ways of this quiet town would end in the Badlands of Montana.”

“You just said you love me, now if I say I love you and just throw caution to the wind and let the chips fall where they may and you’re lying to me I’m gonna fuckin’ die.”

“What would you do if some miracle happened and we could walk out of here tomorrow morning and start all over again clean? No record and nobody after us, huh?”

“Kit and I were taken back to South Dakota. They kept him in solitary, so he didn’t have a chance to get acquainted with the other inmates, though he was sure they’d like him, especially the murderers. Myself, I got off with probation and a lot of nasty looks. Later I married the son of the lawyer who defended me. Kit went to sleep in the courtroom while his confession was being read, and he was sentenced to die in the electric chair. On a warm spring night, six months later, after donating his body to science, he did.”

“Amid the chaos of that day, when all I could hear was the thunder of gunshots, and all I could smell was the violence in the air, I look back and am amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true, that three words went through my mind endlessly, repeating themselves like a broken record: you’re so cool, you’re so cool, you’re so cool. And sometimes Clarence asks me what I would have done if he had died, if that bullet had been two inches more to the left. To this, I always smile, as if I’m not going to satisfy him with a response. But I always do. I tell him of how I would want to die, but that the anguish and the want of death would fade like the stars at dawn, and that things would be much as they are now. Perhaps. Except maybe I wouldn’t have named our son Elvis.”

“Hell, you might just be the best damn girl in Texas.”