Emma Forrest
Emma Forrest
Emma Forrestis a British-American journalist, novelist and screenwriter. Born in London, she currently resides in Los Angeles...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionJournalist
Date of Birth26 December 1977
character moon two
I enjoy films where two characters are coming of age, just different ages. That's why I love 'Paper Moon' so much.
addiction patterns courses
Yes, I have patterns of love addiction. But I'm a woman. Of course I do.
men needs kind
I finally accept that not only do I not understand the death of my relationship, but I do not need to. These men were good and kind to me, they loved me and I loved them back and the shock at the finish holds no wisdom. The revelation is not that I lost them, but that I had them.
childhood disappoint generous
Cyndi Lauper was hilarious and generous, someone I'd loved from childhood who didn't disappoint.
believe soul finding-yourself
I still believe that you truly find yourself not in travel, but in other human souls.
love-you love-is kind
You can have this kind of love. You can have it. You just grab it. Of course the problem with having that love is that you can lose it, too.
dream men brain
Well. There is a psychiatric occurrence we see in men-not often women-where they put all their hopes and dreams onto one person, so intensely that at some point it trips a wire in the brain circuitry, and that causes them to go, in a minute, 180 degrees the other way.
stars thinking doors
Jeff Bridges says that the reason he's one of the few stars in Hollywood whose made his marriage last for decades is that every time they think there's no more doors left to walk through in the room, they just keep looking and keep looking until they find one.
struggle envy soul
In other words, it was a struggle with himself. And the product of that struggle: anger, bitterness, resentment, envy or transformation, aspiration, hope, decency..the product of that struggle is the quality of your life and the nature of your soul.
sexy men broken
You’re like Marilyn Monroe,’ Ken tells me, which I take as a compliment and say a nervous “Thank You”. Interrupting, he adds, ‘You’re all velvet and Velcro. Men want you because you’re sexy and broken and when it gets too rough they can say “Hey! This toy is broken!” and toss you aside without feeling bad.
frustration white body
My thoughts are messy, my emotions are messy, my body goes in and out at will. The raised white scars on my arms and legs are the only aspect of my being that comes close to minimalism. They came from chaos, but it is hard to carve frustration and unease into the flesh. Only straight lines.
teenage self wish
I wish I had been less keen to inject my own opinions, but I was a teenager and your teenage self is generally an idiot compared to the adult you. That's the way it should be. If it's the other way around, you have a problem.
dream stars dirty
We intersect. He says he thanks every star that we existed on the same celestial plain. But here we are on earth, dirty, well used, a man-made throughway for intersecting dreams.
inspiration thinking dancing
I don't see what's so good about being genuine. Clog dancing is genuine. Isn't being fake more of an achievement? At least it takes some inspiration. Like, sherbet dips, they're a special food. Think of all the additives and coloring and grinding that it takes to create a sherbet dip. But carrots? They're just out there, shrieking, "Hi, we're some carrots! Love us for it!" They never have to prove themselves.