44 quotes found
“Potential has a shelf life.”
“There is never only one, of anyone”
“In my dreams of this city I am always lost.”
“Home, I think. But it's nowhere I can go back to.”
“Alcohol's a depressant, it will let me down later.”
“Never pray for justice, because you might get some.”
“Hatred would have been easier. With hatred, I would have known what to do. Hatred is clear, metallic, one-handed, unwavering; unlike love.”
“Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It's like the tide going out, revealing whatever's been thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old gloves, rusting p...”
“I lie on the floor, washed by nothing and hanging on. I cry at night. I am afraid of hearing voices, or a voice. I have come to the edge, of the land. I could get pushed over.”
“This is what I miss, Cordelia: not something thats gone, but something that will never happen. Two old women giggling over their tea.”
“She can outstare anyone, and I am almost as good. Were impervious, we scintillate, we are thirteen. We wear long wool coats with tie belts, the collars turned up to look like those of movie stars, ...”
“They are boiling with the pressured energy of explosive forces confined in a small space, and with the fervor of all religious movements in their early, purist stages. It is not enough to give lip ...”
“Vanity is becoming a nuisance, I can see why women give it up, eventually. But I'm not ready for that yet.”
“Forgiving men is so much easier than forgiving women.”
“I have periods now, like normal girls; I too am among the knowing, I too can sit out volleyball games and go to the nurse's for aspirin and waddle along the halls with a pad like a flattened rabbit...”
“I don't want to see anyone. I lie in the bedroom with the curtains drawn and nothingness washing over me like a sluggish wave. Whatever is happening to me is my own fault. I have done something wro...”
“I look at him with the nostalgic affection men are said to feel for their wars, their fellow veterans. I think, I once threw things at this man. I threw a glass ashtray, a fairly cheap one which di...”
“There are days when I can hardly make it out of bed. I find it an effort to speak. I measure progress in steps, the next one and the next one, as far as the bathroom. These steps are major accompli...”
“Last night I felt the approach of nothing. Not too close but on its way, like a wingbeat, like the cooling of the wind, the slight initial tug of an undertow.”
“Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space. If you can bend space you can bend time also, and if you knew enough and could move faster than light you could travel backward in ...”
“The fact is that I hate this city. I've hated it so long I can hardly remember feeling any other way about it.”
“I can't remember what I really felt. Maybe nothing happened, maybe these emotions I remember are not the right emotions.”
