- There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room.
- The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.
- I opened the door and blinked out into the bright hall. I had the impression it wasn't night and it wasn't day, but some lurid third interval that had suddenly slipped between them and would never end.
- If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.
- A million years of evolution, Eric said bitterly, and what are we? Animals.
- The main point of the article was that a man's world is different from a woman's world and a man's emotions are different from a woman's emotions and only marriage can bring the two worlds and the two different sets of emotions together properly.
- A summer calm laid its soothing hand over everything, like death.
- I crawled back into bed and pulled the sheet over my head. But even that didn't shut out the light, so I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.
- I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be the shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people's eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth.
- I waited, as if the sea could make my decision for me.
- The more hopeless you were, the further away they hid you.
- The only trouble was, Church, even the Catholic Church, didn't take up the whole of your life. No matter how much you knelt and prayed, you still had to eat three meals a day and have a job and live in the world.
- I hate saying anything to a group of people. When I talk to a group of people I always have to single out one and talk to him, and all the while I am talking I feel the others are peering at me and taking unfair advantage. I also hate people to ask cheerfully how you are when they know you're feeling like hell and expect you to say "Fine."
- To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream.
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- Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind of snow, should numb and cover them.
- But they were part of me. They were my landscape.
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