Josee

“She would brush her hair and cry, just imagine, I was sure it was something psychological, something that could be cured by love, you know how difficult it is to realize that some pains can’t be cured by love?”
― Zeruya Shalev, Love Life

“In fear and pity I saw before me his big, beautiful body, hollow of sperm and eternally sad, and I was overcome with dread like a prophet whose mission had become clear to him, I had been chosen to fill the void in his body, to penetrate the smooth, dark, beloved skin and be swallowed up in the dark void as in an ancient cave, never to see the sunlight again.”
― Zeruya Shalev, Love Life

“Le plus souvent, je me sens comme quelqu’un qui s’éveille d’un cauchemar et, tout en reprenant ses esprits, se rend compte que jadis on l’a assommé, détroussé et laissé pour mort, pendant que les voleurs s’enfuyaient avec son bien. Voilà ce que je ressens.”
― Sándor Márai

“The wet raincoat smell was exciting, carrying with it remotely the institutional smells of the college, a faint echo of a cologne Natalie had never worn in her life; near the pocket was a cigarette burn she had not made; the raincoat was in itself a symbol of going and coming, of wishing and fearing, or, precisely, the going out of a warm, firelit house into the heartbreaking cold.”
― Shirley Jackson, Hangsaman