“Was it love or wasn't it that she felt for Carol? And how absurd it was that she didn't even know. She had heard about girls falling in love, and she knew what kind of people they were and what they looked like. Neither she nor Carol looked like that. Yet the way she felt about Carol passed all the tests for love and fitted all the descriptions.”
‘Then Carol slipped her arm under her neck, and all the length of their bodies touched fitting as if something had prearranged it. Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh. She had a vision of a pale white flower, shimmering as if seen in darkness, or through water. Why did people talk of heaven, she wondered.’
Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt (1952) // Carol (2015), dir. Todd Haynes
So you want to fall in love? You probably will soon, and if you do, enjoy it, it’s harder later on.
“To love someone?”
“To fall in love. Or even to have the desire to make love. I think sex flows more sluggishly in all of us than we care to believe, especially men care to believe. The first adventures are usually nothing but a satisfying of curiosity, and after that one keeps repeating the same actions, trying to find—what?”
“What?” Therese asked.
“Is there a word? A friend, a companion, or maybe just a sharer. What good are words? I mean, I think people often try to find through sex, things that are much easier to find in other ways.”
What Carol said about curiosity, she knew as true. “What other ways?” she asked.
Carol gave her a glance. “I think that’s for each person to find out.”
I started reading The Price of Salt two days ago and I find it hilarious that before I used to wonder whether the book will be explicit about the lesbianism as it's from the 1950s, and now I'm on page 126 and Therese has been FERAL for Carol (and back tbh) ever since she saw her. Like, listen to that and that's nothing: "If Carol had to go home now, Therese thought, she would do something violent Like jump off the Fifty-ninth Street Bridge. Or take the three benzedrine tablets Richard had given her last week."
Like, are you joking? aarrgghh
I love how the book and the movie are so different, and yet I feel like they are both perfect and the movie's casting was AMAZING. I enjoy the feral Therese though. You can see her crush on Carol better than in the movie, which is totally understandable due to the medium used.
Also, I have NEVER read a book with so much sexual tension.
How was it possible to be afraid and in love, Therese thought. The two things did not go together. How was it possible to be afraid, when the two of them grew stronger together every day? And every night. Every night was different, and every morning. Together they possessed a miracle.