May 23, 2009

Elizabeth Wurtzel on love

"The idea of forever with any single person, even someone great whom I loved so much..., really did seem like what death actually is: a permanent stop. Love did not open up the world like a generous door, as it should to anyone getting married; instead it was the steel clamp of the iron maiden, shutting me behind its front metal hinge to asphyxiate slowly, and then suddenly. Every day would be the same, forever: The body, the conversation, it would never change -- isn't that the rhythm of prison?" - from "Failure to Launch" in the June 2009 Elle