He had been bruised, so to speak, so badly that the eyes of strangers lacerated him like salt.
No matter how it seems now, I must confess: I loved him. I do not think that I will ever love anyone like that again. And this might be a great relief if I did not also know that, when the knife has f...
The Americans have no sense of doom, none whatever. They do not recognize doom when they see it.
But I felt that it was my heart which was broken. Something had broken in me to make me so cold and so perfectly still and far away.
But she saw nothing in my eyes—she stared at me as though I had made a long journey on a white charger all the way to her prison house.
I loved her as much as ever and I still did not know how much that was.
The morning weighs on my shoulders with the dreadful weight of hope and I take the blue envelope which Jacques has sent me and tear it slowly into many pieces, watching them dance in the wind, watchin...
Whose little boy are you?
I had to get out of there for my face showed too much, the war in my body was dragging me down. My feet refused to carry me over to him again. The wind of my life was blowing me away.
One of these days, he said. Everything bad will happen—one of these days.
I do not know what I would do if you left me. For the first time I felt the suggestion of a threat in his voice—or I put it there. I have been alone so long—I do not think I would be able to live if I...