Love was a terrible thing. You poisoned it and stabbed at it and knocked it down into the mud - well down - and it got up and staggered on, bleeding and muddy and awful. Like - like Rasputin.
Jean RhysIt was the darkness that got you. It was heavy darkness, greasy and compelling. It made walls round you, and shut you in so that you felt like you could not breathe.
Jean RhysIt was like letting go and falling back into water and seeing yourself grinning up through the water, your face like a mask, and seeing the bubbles coming up as if you were trying to speak from under the water. And how do you know what it's like to try to speak from under water when you're drowned?
Jean RhysShe had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.
Jean Rhysbefore I could read, almost a baby, I imagined that God, this strange thing or person I heard about, was a book.
Jean RhysI'm no use to anybody,' I say. 'I'm a cรฉrรฉbrale, can't you see that?' Thinking how funny a book would be, called 'Just a Cรฉrรฉbrale or You Can't Stop Me From Dreaming'. Only, of course, to be accepted as authentic, to carry any conviction, it would have to be written by a man. What a pity, what a pity!
Jean Rhys