Then Carol slipped her arm under her neck, and all the length of their bodies touched fitting as if something had prearranged it. Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh. She had a vision of a pale white flower, shimmering as if seen in darkness, or through water. Why did people talk of heaven, she wondered
Patricia HighsmithThe conversation seemed just as boring and forgettable as details of American history around 1805, for example.
Patricia HighsmithI think J.D. Salinger is correct in granting no interviews, and in making no speeches
Patricia HighsmithI think people often try to find through sex things that are much easier to find in other ways.
Patricia Highsmith