Even the ugliest swan is still more beautiful than the loveliest crown on the fence, Anna thought
But pain is an impatient customer. It wouldn’t be long before it demanded attention.
Anna loved and didn’t love sex. Anna needed and didn’t need it. Her relationship with sex was a convoluted partnership that rose from both her passivity and an unassailable desire to be distracted.
There are no accidents, Anna. Everything correlates. Everything connects. Every detail bears a consequence. One instant begets the next. And the next. And the next.
It doesn’t matter whether you believe in ghosts. The ghosts believe in you.
Is that not always the case? Given any two people in a relationship, one will always love more, the other less. Right?
Four simple chambers.A thousand complicated doors.One of them is yours.
Solitude was her anchor. A familiar misery, and anymore the safest, most sensible approach.
The deepest sleep is meant only for children and perfect fools.
I’ve never been nearly as alone as I always say I am
But there are times to talk to the dead, times when the dead want to talk.
Even the loveliest shoulders can bear but so much.
Let’s get you one, Anna.”“A lover?”Edith rolled her eyes. “No. A fucking houseplant. Yes, a lover.” Edith smirked. “It’ll cheer you up!
There is a correlation between the severity of a person’s moods and a lack of self-knowledge.