Quotes from Anne Rampling

I wish you'd fall in love with me," she said. "Why?" "Because you're really someone worth falling in love with. And if we were in love, I wouldn't be drifting. I wouldn't be nobody. At least not while I was with you.

Dear God," she said. She was shuddering suddenly and the tears came back and she looked past me into the light overhead. "If I can't trust you, then there is no one." "I love you" I said. "I don't care about any of it, I swear. I love you." Holy Communion," she said. squeezing her eyes so the tears came out. Yes Holy Communion, my darling," I said.

I know this kind of person. I've known them all my life. They get the sympathy of others with what passes for insecurity. But what really motivates them is a vanity so immense most of us can not conceive of it. Insecurity is simply a disguise.

I watched her peel off the slip, The bra closed in the front like the other. Ah, my teeth clenched seeing her tighten the clasps, breasts gathered like that. The she smoothed the flesh into the cups, lifted each breast, dropped it, her fingers casual, rough. I got hard watching it. Then the panties came up stretched sheer over her pubic hair. I could see the silk seal itself over her secret lips. Little crack. Hair a dark shadow underneath.

There she is in one of those tiny white bikinis, which is infinitely more seductive than pure nakedness.

She's one of these beautiful women who's just a nobody and a nothing, and when they make it big, they always fall apart. Money can't do anything for them. Fame only makes things worse.

You know, one thing I learned about actors and actresses - I mean the big stars. They can be the most ignorant people if they get caught up in it very young. Some of them are damn near illiterate. And emotionally they're like people who have grown up in the penal system. I mean, they cannot control their emotions at all.

It's that nobody has ever been able to convince me that anything sexual between consenting individuals is wrong. I mean it's like part of my brain is missing. Nothing disgusts me. It all seems innocent, to do with profound sensations, and when people tell me they are offended by things, I just don't know what they mean.

How do I look?" "Rapeable

Lascia che ti dica qualcosa su tua madre, sebbene non abbia mai avuto il piacere d'incontrarla. Conosco quel tipo di persona. Ne ho conosciute per tutta la mia vita. Ottengono la simpatia degli altri grazie alla loro apparente insicurezza. Ma ciò che veramente li motiva è una vanità così immensa che la maggior parte di noi non riuscirebbe neppure a immaginarla. L'insicurezza è semplicemente una maschera.

She was standing there all right. And I was in love with her. So much for the first glimpse.

You have the thing all men and women strive for: the lover from whom you do not have to hide anything.

But who was she? The question again, as if there ought to be a very specific answer. Maybe an allure that strong always creates a feeling of recognition. Some one I ought to know, have known, dreamt up, been in love with forever. ~Jeremy