As soon as I turned the key I saw it hanging, the color of fire and sunset. the colour of flamboyant flowers. โIf you are buried under a flamboyant tree, โ I said, โyour soul is lifted up when it flowers. Everyone wants that.โ She shook her head but she did not move or touch me.
Jean RhysI watched her die many times. In my way, not in hers. In sunlight, in shadow, by moonlight, by candlelight. In the long afternoons when the house was empty. Only the sun was there to keep us company. We shut him out. And why not? Very soon she was as eager for what's called loving as I was - more lost and drowned afterwards.
Jean RhysThe musty smell, the bugs, the lonliness, this room, which is part of the street outside-this is all I want from life.
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