The kiss became the narrowed center of the still point of the turning world, so that even the park was turning in comparison to the still peace at their lips.
- Patricia Highsmith
More Quotes By Patricia Highsmith
My New Year’s Eve Toast: to all the devils, lusts, passions, greeds, envies, loves, hates, strange desires, enemies... My imagination functions much better when I don’t have to speak to people.
The first person you should think of pleasing, in writing a book, is yourself. If you can amuse... Everything human is alien to me.
Each book is, in a sense, an argument with myself, and I would write it, whether it is... Life is a long failure of understanding … a long, mistaken shutting of the heart.
In view of the fact that I surround myself with numbskulls now, I shall die among numbskulls, and... But there were too many points at which the other self could invade the self he wanted to... One situation – maybe one alone – could drive me to murder: family life, togetherness.
How easy it was to lie when one had to lie!
And no book, and possibly no painting, when it is finished, is ever exactly like the first dream... Then Carol slipped her arm under her neck, and all the length of their bodies touched fitting as... It always gets late with you. – Is that a compliment?
For neither life nor nature cares if justice is ever done or not.
What was it to love someone, what was love exactly, and why did it end or not end?...
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