Books

"It would be public. It was done. I'd breathed no word to William and bade the Publishers hold their tongue. I'd return to Antwerp shortly. I would rather seek pardon there than ask permission first."

I looked at her and I could see she was reading me, seeing how the conversation with Jim had gone, getting everything she needed to know—the words were just her playing for time. Since meeting Tyler I’d believed that a psychic connection between human beings was possible. ‘Kinship’ is the best word in English for it. The French call it une affinité profonde, which I also like it but it still doesn’t quite get there. It’s that doppelgänger effect that can go either way: to mutual understanding or mutual destruction.

You have to be tough to be a drug addict. You have to sit there a lot of the time and be sick. So many times I thought, "I am not too much of a wuss to be a drug user."

My body was a book of rules, my heart the spine, my skin plastered with pages. Written on each one was the text that held the world together.

"Behind every crazy woman is a man sitting very quietly, saying 'What? I'm not doing anything.'"