Turn off the light,” she says as she walks away, creating a small woosh that smells sweet and chemical. It makes me sad because it’s the smell she makes when she’s leaving.
Now I understand why women want to have children – it’s simply the urge to create happiness for yourself, somehow to fill the oppressive, unbearable emptiness in your soul.
In her room death would come as a friend, a friend with cool gentle hands . . .
In the end it will be your “Actions
I lost myself immediately in one of the books, only emerging when the phone rang.
You’re innocent until proven guilty,
Every person has his secret; in reverie, unbeknown to others, he finds peace, freedom, sorrow and love.
I lit up like a Christmas tree-Augustus Waters
You’re surrounded by people and voices and noises, but there you are, alone and trembling inside. And you want to be invisible. (thinking) Please, don’t notice me.
She felt happy these days, yet there was always an undercurrent of sadness just below the surface