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“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.”
― Carol
― Carol
“I feel I stand in a desert with my hands outstretched, and you are raining down upon me.”
― The Price of Salt
― The Price of Salt
“My angel," Carold said. "Flung out of space.”
― The Price of Salt
― The Price of Salt
“Perhaps it was freedom itself that choked her.”
― The Price of Salt
― The Price of Salt
“January. It was all things. And it was one thing, like a solid door. Its cold sealed the city in a gray capsule. January was moments, and January was a year. January rained the moments down, and froze them in her memory: [...]Every human action seemed to yield a magic. January was a two-faced month, jangling like jester's bells, crackling like snow crust, pure as any beginning, grim as an old man, mysteriously familiar yet unknown, like a word one can almost but not quite define.”
― The Price of Salt
― The Price of Salt
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