You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone. We are alone in the most beautiful place in the world...
I would never be part of anything. I would never really belong anywhere, and I knew it, and all my life would be the same, trying to belong, and failing. Always something would go wrong. I am a stranger and I always will be, and after all I didn’t really care.
If I was bound for hell, let it be hell. No more false heavens. No more damned magic. You hate me and I hate you. We’ll see who hates best. But first, first I will destroy your hatred. Now. My hate is colder, stronger, and you’ll have no hate to warm yourself. You will have nothing.
Justice. I’ve heard that word. I tried it out. I wrote it down. I wrote it down several times and always it looked like a damn cold lie to me. There is no justice.
I will write my name in fire red.
Reading makes immigrants of us all. It takes us away from home, but more important it finds homes for us everywhere.
She lifted her eyes. Blank, lovely eyes. Mad eyes. A mad girl.
But they left their treasure, gold and more gold. Some of it is found- but the finders never tell, because you see they’d only get one-third then: that’s the law of treasure. They want it all, so never speak of it.
He says: ‘it doesn’t matter. What I know is that I could do this with you’ – he makes a movement with his hands like a baker, kneading a loaf of bread – ’and afterwards you’d be different.
I have been too unhappy, I thought, it cannot last, being so unhappy, it would kill you.
I’ve been so ridiculous all my life that a little bit more or a little bit less hardly matters now.
I am the only real truth I know.
The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still.
A room is, after all, a place where you hide from the wolves. That’s all any room is.
For the first time she had dimly realized that only the hopeless are starkly sincere and that only the unhappy can either give or take sympathy – even some of the bitter and dangerous voluptuousness of misery.
Of course she had some pathetic illusions about herself or she would not be able to go on living.