I just completed my 10th book of the year. I’m really just writing this post to remember some things that “stabbed me in the front”, like a true friend does. [That’s Oscar Wilde]
The book is Daisy Jones & The Six by Taylor Jenkins Reid. These are only excerpts from the last 130 pages or so, as only today did I have the presence of mind to mark things that struck me as exceptional or true or painful or noteworthy.
Daisy: Here’s a lesson for everybody, take it from me. Handsome men who tell you what you want to hear are almost always liars.
Graham: But music is never about music. If it was, we’d be writing songs about guitars. But we don’t. We write songs about women. Women will crush you, you know? I suppose everybody hurts everybody, but women always seem to get back up, you ever notice that? Women are always still standing.
Billy: …and I’m trying to put the morning out of my head. But I’m losing my mind because… well it was complicated, obviously. And then, you know what I realized? It wasn’t very important. How I felt about Daisy. History is what you did, [emphasis mine] not what you almost did, not what you thought about doing.
Daisy: Songs are about how it felt, not the facts. Did he do anything wrong? Who cares! Who cares! I hurt. So I wrote about it.
Billy: …and I stood there next to him and my brain went, “I could push him in”. And that terrified the hell out of me. I didn’t want to push him in, I would never push him in but… it scared me that the only thing between this moment of calm and the biggest tragedy of my life was me choosing not to do it. That really tripped me out, that everyone’s life was that precarious. … That’s something that has always scared me. And that’s how it felt being around Daisy Jones.
Daisy: I wish someone had told me that love isn’t torture. Because I thought love was this thing that was supposed to tear you in two and leave you heartbroken and make your heart race in the worst way. I thought love was bombs and tears and blood. … I thought love was war. … I didn’t know it was supposed to be peace.
Billy: Some people will never stop being themselves. And you think that drives you crazy but it is the very thing you will think about when they are gone. When you don’t have them in your life anymore.
Billy: We were two halves. We were the same. In that way that you’re only the same with a few other people.
Daisy: I can’t think of any two things that make you quite as self-absorbed as addiction and heartbreak. I had a selfish heart.
Billy: It became so perfectly clear to me that I had been holding on tightly to the possibility. The possibility of Daisy. And suddenly, I was having a very hard time with the idea of letting that go. Of saying, “Never.”
Camilla: You know what I decided a long time ago? I decided I don’t need perfect love and I don’t need a perfect husband … I want mine. I want my love, my husband, my kids, my life. … Things don’t have to be perfect to be strong.
Graham: It’s the ones who never loved you enough who come to you when you can’t sleep.