I’m not just a face, or a body. I’m a Havisham.
Why d’you think she did it?” I told him I had no idea. He seemed disappointed that I shouldn’t know. “A broken heart,” I suggested. “Do people suffer so much?” “For love? Oh, I imagine so.” “To drown herself?” “Why does that a...
Dancing takes a certain lightness, a spring in the step, an elasticity in the calves; a kind of , or alternatively a leavening element of self-proclaiming stupidity in one’s make-up.
Experience can never be undone, or knowledge unlearned.
That’s what friends are for,” Sheba said. “I don’t know they’re for,” I told her. “So that we don’t get out of our depth,” Mouse said.
Don’t we have to live a little first? And read later?
Some things belong to the past.
We were perfectly decorous together. It took the will of both of us. I trusted him with me, and myself with him.
