But there was not a moment when she did not see Carol in her mind, and all she saw, she seemed to see through Carol. That evening, the dark flat streets of New York, the tomorrow of work, the milk bottle dropped and broken in her sink, became unimportant. She flung herself on her bed and drew a line with a pencil on a piece of paper. And another line, carefully, and another. A world was born around her, like a bright forest with a million shimmering leaves.
Patricia HighsmithIn view of the fact that I surround myself with numbskulls now, I shall die among numbskulls, and on my deathbed shall be surrounded by numbskulls who will not understand what I am saying ... Whom am I sleeping with these days ? Franz Kafka.
Patricia HighsmithLife is a long failure of understanding ... a long, mistaken shutting of the heart.
Patricia HighsmithWhat was it to love someone, what was love exactly, and why did it end or not end? Those were the real questions, and who could answer them?
Patricia Highsmith