And what does anyone know about traitors, or why Judas did what he did?
Everything tender and melancholy – as life is sometimes, just for one moment.
Anything you like; anything I like… No past to make us sentimental, no future to embarrass us
I am empty of everything. I am empty of everything but the thin, frail ghosts in my room.
Do you think that too,” she said, “that I have slept too long in the moonlight?
They say when trouble comes close ranks, and so the white people did.
Something came out from my heart into my throat and then into my eyes.
Age seldom arrives smoothly or quickly. It’s more often a succession of jerks.
There are always two deaths, the real one and the one people know about.
At twenty-four she imagined with dread that she was growing old.
I like shape very much. A novel has to have shape, and life doesn’t have any.