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“I woke the next morning knowing that nothing would be the same. It would change and go on changing.”
― Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea

“There is a wind, and the flowers on the window-sill, and their shadows on the curtains, are waving. Like swans dipping their beaks in water. Like the incalculable raising its head, uselessly and wildly, for one moment, before it sinks down, beaten, into the darkness. Like skulls on long, thin necks. Plunging wildly when the wind blows to the end of the curtain, which is their nothingness. Distorting themselves as they plunge.
The musty smell, the bugs, the loneliness, this room, which is part of the street outside - this is all I want from life.”
― Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight

“When trouble comes, close ranks”
― Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea

“It was as if a curtain had fallen, hiding everything I had ever known. It was almost like being born again. The colours were different, the smells different, the feeling things gave you right down inside yourself was different. Not just the difference between heat, cold; light, darkness; purple, grey. But a difference in the way I was frightened and the way I was happy.”
― Jean Rhys, Voyage in the Dark