Patricia Highsmith Quotes

She envied him. She envied him his faith there would always be a place, a home, a job, someone else for him. She envied him that attitude.

That night, talking over the road map about their route tomorrow, talking as matter-of-factly as a couple of strangers, Therese thought surely tonight would not be like last night. But when they kisse...

Therese was propped up on one elbow. The milk was so hot, she could barely let her lip touch it at first. The tiny sips spread inside her mouth and released a melange of organic flavors. The milk seem...

Thinking no more about it, he stepped off into that cool space, that fast descent to her, with nothing in his mind but a memory of a curve of her shoulder, naked, as he had never seen it.

An inarticulate anxiety, a desire to know, know anything, for certain, had jammed itself in her throat so for a moment she felt she could hardly breathe. Do you think, do you think, it began. Do you t...

And she did not have to ask if this were right, no one had to tell her, because this could not have been more right or perfect.

Anticipation! It occurred to him that his anticipation was more pleasant to him than the experiencing.

But even that question wasn’t definite enough. Perhaps it was a statement after all: I don’t want to die yet without knowing you.

Carol wanted her with her, and whatever happened they would meet it without running. How was it possible to be afraid and in love, Therese thought. The two things did not go together. How was it possi...

Dusk was falling quickly. It was just after 7 P.M., and the month was October.

He loved possessions, not masses of them, but a select few that he did not part with. They gave a man self-respect. Not ostentation but quality, and the love that cherished the quality. Possessions re...

January was a two-faced month, jangling like jester’s bells, crackling like snow crust, pure as any beginning, grim as an old man, mysteriously familiar yet unknown, like a word one can almost but not...

Just what did happen to a corpse under water for four, five years, even three? the tarpaulin or canvas would rot, perhaps more than half of it would disappear; the stones would likely have fallen out,...

Love was supposed to be a kind of blissful insanity.

But Carol had not betrayed her. Carol loved her more than she loved her child. That was part of the reason why she had not promised.She was gambling now as she had gambled on getting everything from t...

Do you like her'''Of course!' What a question! Like asking her if she believe in God.

Don't you want to forget it, if it's past?I don't know. I don't know just how you mean that.I mean, are you sorry?No. Would I do the same thing again? Yes.Do you mean with somebody else, or with her?W...

I feel I stand in a desert with my hands outstretched, and you are raining down upon me.

Kick me out, she thought. What was in or out? How did one kick out an emotion?

She had the kind of face that must be seen in action to be attractive.