Maddy

“The senses created river beds of responses formed in part from the sediments, the waste, the overflow from the oiginal experience. A partial resemblance could stir what remained of the imperfectly rooted out love which had not died a natural death.”
― Anaïs Nin, Spy In The House Of Love

“I have tried to be honest with you, although I suppose that you would really have been more interested in my not being honest. Some of these things happened, and some were dreams. They were all true, as I understood truth. They are all real, as I understood reality.”
― Penelope Mortimer, The Pumpkin Eater

“Your talk," I said, "is surely the handiwork of wisdom because not one word of it do I understand.”
― Flann O'Brien, The Third Policeman

“Are you completely doubtless that you are nameless?’ he asked.

‘Positively certain.’

‘Would it be Mick Barry?’

‘No.’

‘Charlemagne O’Keeffe?’

‘No.’

‘Sir Justin Sens?’

‘Not that.’

‘Kimberley?’

‘No.’

‘Bernard Fann?’

‘No.’

‘Joseph Poe or Nolan?’

‘No.’

‘One of the Garvins of or the Moynihans?’

‘Not them.’

‘Rosencranz O’Dowd?’

‘No.’

‘Would it be O’Benson?’

‘Not O’Benson.’

‘The Quigleys, the Mulrooneys or the Hounimen?’

‘No’

‘The Hardimen or the Merrimen?’

‘Not them,’

‘Peter Dundy?’

‘No.’

‘Scrutch?’

‘No.’

‘Lord Brad?’

‘Not him.’

‘The O’Growneys, the O’Roartys or the Finnehys?

‘No.’

‘This is an amazing piece of denial and denunciation’ he said (…) ‘An astonishing parade of nullity’; he added.”
― Flann O'Brien, The Third Policeman