Don Lockwood and Kathy Selden in the most proper setting.
How to better court a girl - in the 50s.

 

Still applicable, btw.

Learning from the queen supreme - II

Brandy's answer was little hats with veils. And big hats with veils. Pancake hats and pillbox hats edged all around with clouds of tulle and gauze. Parachute silk or heavy crepe or dense net dotted with chenille pompons.
"The most boring thing in the entire world," Brandy says, "is nudity."
The second most boring thing, she says, is honesty.
"Think of this as a tease. It's lingerie for your face," she says. "A peekaboo nightgown you wear over your whole identity."
The third most boring thing in the entire world is your sorry-assed past. So Brandy never asked me anything. Bulldozer alpha bitch she can be, we meet again and again in the speech therapist office and Brandy tells me everything I need to know about myself.

PALAHNIUK, Chuck. Invisible Monsters. p. 112

Learning from the 'queen supreme' - I

The thin and eternal goddess that she is, Brandy's picture smiles up at me over a sea of painkillers. This is how I met Brandy Alexander. This is how I found the strenght not to get on with my former life. This is how I found the courage not to pick up the same old pieces.
[...]
"When you understand," Brandy says, "that what you're telling is just a story. It isn't happening anymore. When you realize the story you're telling is just words, when you can just crumble it up and throw your past in the trashcan," Brandy says, "then we'll figure out who you're going to be."

PALAHNIUK, Chuck. Invisible Monsters. p. 61

Something between Secret Smile and Wonderwall...

A safe and bright place between them.

Almost where Joel Barish would say "I'm just exactly where I want to be."
Someday it will be.

It was lovely. Not to be stared at, not seen, but being pulled into view by the interested, uncritical eyes of the other. Having her hair examined as a part of her self, not as material or a style. Having her lips, nose, chin caressed as they might be if she were a moss rose a gardener paused to admire. Denver's skin dissolved under that gaze and became soft and bright like the lisle dress that had its arm around her mother's waist. She floated near but outside her won body, feeling vague and intense at the same time. Needing nothing. Being what there was.

Beloved. Toni Morrison. p. 139

Se o nome disso não é PREMONIÇÃO, então eu não sei de mais nada.