Candace Bushnell Quotes

I think a lot of us can relate to not choosing to face a painful memory, and something that's a painful past, and wanting to pretend like it never happened.

I learned denial from my mother. I just never confronted things and if anybody did, I just would go crazy.

As soon as I go into a dark subject, like discussing the people I've loved and lost, I off-road into absurdist comedy perversion. It's both a means of protection and a kind of denial, a blessing and a curse. Wait, it's not a blessing at all. I guess it would be a bad habit and a curse.

How many times can a man turn his head, and pretend that he just doesn't see?

I don't use the accident - 'cause I deny the accident

I didn't want to talk about what happened, so it seemed safest not to talk at all.

I never said I do not remember, my grandmother corrects. I said I prefer to forget.

Denial has been a way of life for me for many years. I actually believe in denial.

A lot of my upbringing was about denying or fretting or evading.

I think I survived by running away some. Running away to work.

As repressed sadists are supposed to become policemen or butchers so those with an irrational fear of life become publishers

Denial is a powerful force.

I'm very good at denial.

I think I'm absolutely perfect. Because if I'm not good at something I completely banish it from my mind. Completely. Like it never happened.

Morning," I say. "Shh," she says. "If you don't acknowledge it, maybe it will go away.

I start trying to stay unconscious. The problem with this is that no amount of willpower can change the reality.

There are lots of things we choose not to see. Doesn't mean they aren't there, even if we wish they weren't.

I convinced myself I hadn't seen anything, ... I had done this many times before ... I was adept at erasing reality.

All I can do is stand still- I feel like if I just stand still, I can stop it from being true, I can pretend that everything is all right.

I’ve been trying so hard not to think his name, not to even breathe the idea of him

Okay, that really shouldn't have happened. And we’re not going to talk about that, right? Ever?” “Right,” she said. She felt like there was light dripping from her fingertips. Spilling out of her toes. She felt full of light, in fact, warm buttery sunlight. “Never happened.” He opened his mouth, then closed it, and closed his eyes. “Claire—” “I know.” “Lock the door,” he said.

and if anybody asks me is it easy to forget I'll say it is easily done, you just pick anyone, and pretend that you never have met

When your head is firmly in the sand, another part of your anatomy is fully exposed.

Sometimes it is better not to know. Sometimes when you do know you just fold up.

There are some things, I think, you're btter off not remembering.