Cause Celeb by Helen Fielding
- If only your mind was washable. There have been so many times since then when I have wanted to lift off the top of my head, like the top of a boiled egg, take out my brain and rinse it under the tap like a dirty sponge, squeezing it over and over again, until the water ran clear. Then I would take a hosepipe and flush out my empty head with it, gettig out all the gunge, pop the nice clean brain back in, give the top of the head a bit of a hose round and pop that back on too. Then I would not be sad anymore, not hurt, not disillusioned, but clean, naive, and jolly again.
- What happened to my generation of women? Who doomed us to spending our entire lives wishing we were half a stone lighter? I wasn't anorexic, bulimic, or anything else you could put in a textbook but I still managed to see everything I ate as an indulgence, and eating it an act of weakness. God, what a thing to remember now.
- This was the shock of feeling for the first time that the world had no safety i it, that it was not governed by justice, and that nobody who could be trusted is in control. It was the shame of feeling that I shared responsibility for this horror and of breaking down, and ceasing to function in the midst of an emergency where I could have helped. It was impossible to sleep. Panic had seized me. I felt that I had the guilt of the whole world on my shoulders.
- " You haven't found yourself yet," she said. " You can't do it with Oliver. People are either drains or radiators and Oliver's a drain. Do something. Take control. Act.
