I think you're talking shit. You think we don't all feel like that? Like we're crazy, like we're not a real person, like we don't exist? Everyone feels that way sometimes. I can remember talking to yo...
Don't panic, because everything is probably all right, and it it's not, panicking will make it worse.
Although I don't know much about anything, I know that I have a story. I know that it is not over. There are shades and shadows of adventures and people and wild new places. Whatever Paris might turn...
Want to scream, and sometimes I do. On occasion, I scream as loudly as I can,
Have you seen this cat?
I am married to a man who calls a phone charger ‘the pluggy-in thing’, and the remote control ‘the buttony thing for the telly’.
My face: I should have had a single tear frozen to my cheek,
I want to see how I can exist by myself. I want to be allowed to live inside my memory.
I have woken up inside one of my own memories. I am really here, yet I know I am not.
I would rather be single. I cannot possibly say that.
Il tempo è una cosa casuale. È la cosa che ci rende vecchi. Gli uomini lo usano per organizzare il mondo. Hanno inventato un sistema per cercare di dare ordine al caso. Gli altri esseri umani, tutti t...
I want to look after her. I cannot begin to look after her: she looks after me and that's how we work.
There is nothing in the universe but this. I smile. I do not talk to people. I just breathe and stare and exist.
It is lonely, being an evil alien in disguise.
I have never really been able to separate a good instinct from a self-destructive urge),
I was just a tiny part of a huge universe, and nothing really mattered. Every single thing was temporary, and one day all of us would be gone without trace. It was an intensely soothing thought.
I put a row of toys on the bed. A brown-haired Barbie doll, then a Lego ambulance...then a gray Buckbeak the Hippogriff.
And he has never been anything worse to me than incredibly, cringingly annoying. I married the wrong man, with an inkling at the time that that was what I was doing, and so it is my fault and I am stu...
Last time we went to the Ferryboat, I looked around at the families of upmarket beachgoers, at their healthy children expertly peeling prawns and drinking organic lemonade, and I tried to tell myself...
You would have been happy with a wife who adored you, not someone who clung on to you like a life raft on a stormy sea and then wished she could cast you aside and move on when she reached land.