the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
“I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I wore thick fucking armor.
And I hurt people so they couldn’t hurt me. And I thought that was what being tough was, but it isn’t.”

— James Frey


@темы: with serpents for arms the lovers are the hydra of the tale