Claire Morgan > Quotes

“I think people often try to find through sex things that are much easier to find in other ways.”
― Claire Morgan, The Price of Salt, or Carol

“How do you ever expect to create anything if you get all your experiences second hand?”
― Claire Morgan, The Price of Salt

“My angel,” Carol said. “Flung out of space.”
― Claire Morgan, The Price of Salt

“The music lived, but the world was dead. And the song would die one day, she thought, but how would the world come back to life? How would its salt come back?”
― Claire Morgan, The Price of Salt

“She forced down her resentment, but it only grew heavy inside her, like a thing of substance.”
― Claire Morgan, The Price of Salt, or Carol

“Do you like her?” “Of course!” What a question! Like asking her if she believed in God.”
― Claire Morgan, The Price of Salt

“I think friendships are the result of certain needs that can be completely hidden from both people, sometimes hidden forever.”
― Claire Morgan, The Price of Salt, or Carol

“How was it possible to be afraid and in love, Therese thought. The two things did not go together. How was it possible to be afraid, when the two of them grew stronger together every day? And every night. Every night was different, and every morning. Together they possessed a miracle.”
― Claire Morgan, The Price of Salt

“clangour.”
― Claire Morgan, Carol

“think you are magnificent,’ Therese said with the courage of the second drink, not caring how it might sound, because she knew the woman knew anyway. She laughed, putting her head back. It was a sound more beautiful than music. It made a little wrinkle at the corner of her eyes, and it made her purse her red lips as she drew on her cigarette.”
― Claire Morgan, Carol

“But between the pleasure of a kiss and of what a man and woman do in bed seems to me only a gradation. A kiss, for instance, is not to be minimized, or its value judged by anyone else. I wonder do these men grade their pleasure in terms of whether their actions produce a child or not, and do they consider them more pleasant if they do. It is a question of pleasure after all, and what’s the use of debating the pleasure of an ice cream cone versus a football game—or a Beethoven quartet versus the Mona Lisa. I’ll leave that to the philosophers. But their attitude was that I must be somehow demented or blind (plus a kind of regret, I thought, at the fact a fairly attractive woman is presumably unavailable to men). Someone brought “aesthetics” into the argument, I mean against me of course. I said did they really want to debate that—it brought the only laugh in the whole show. But the most important point I did not mention and was not thought of by anyone—that the rapport between two men or two women can be absolute and perfect, as it can never be between man and woman, and perhaps some people want just this, as others want that more shifting and uncertain thing that happens between men and women.”
― Claire Morgan, The Price of Salt

“What do you do on Sundays?’ Carol asked. ‘I don’t always know. Nothing in particular. What do you do?’ ‘Nothing – lately. If you’d like to visit me some time, you’re welcome to. At least there’s some country around where I live. Would you like to come out this Sunday?’ The grey eyes regarded her directly now, and for the first time Therese faced them. There was a measure of humour in them, Therese saw. And what else? Curiosity, and a challenge, too. ‘Yes,’ Therese said. ‘What a strange girl you are.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Flung out of space,’ Carol said.”
― Claire Morgan, Carol

“The lunch hour in the coworkers’ cafeteria at Frankenberg's had reached its peak.”
― Claire Morgan, The Price of Salt

“How indifferent he was to Carol after all, Therese thought. She felt he didn’t see her, as he sometimes hadn’t seen figures in rock or cloud formations when she had tried to point them out to him. He”
― Claire Morgan, The Price of Salt, or Carol

“What a strange girl you are.’ ‘Why?’ ‘Flung out of space,’ Carol said.”
― Claire Morgan, Carol

“–Eres una chica extraña. –¿Por qué? –Pareces caída del cielo –dijo Carol.”
― Claire Morgan, Carol

“What 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.”
― Claire Morgan, The Price of Salt

“The wine in her head promised music or poetry or truth, but she was stranded on the brink.”
― Claire Morgan, The Price of Salt

“Was life, were human relations like this always, Therese wondered. Never solid ground underfoot. Always like gravel, a little yielding, noisy so the whole world could hear, so one always listened, too, for the loud, harsh step of the intruder’s foot.”
― Claire Morgan, The Price of Salt

“Ella echó la cabeza hacia atrás y se rió. Su risa era un sonido más hermoso que la música.”
― Claire Morgan, Carol