The tears that kept Buttercup company the remainder of the day were not at all like those that had blinded her into the tree trunk. Those were noisy and hot; they pulsed. These were silent and steady and all they did was remind her that she wasnt good enough. She was seventeen, and every male shed ever known had crumbled at her feet and it meant nothing. The one time it really mattered, she wasnt good enough.

About This Quote

About William Goldman

William Goldman was a 20th-century American writer. William Goldman was an American novelist, playwright, and screenwriter. He came to prominence in the 1950s as a novelist before turning to screenwriting. Read more on Wikipedia →

More quotes by William Goldman

Related Quotes