Status Updates From A Spy in the House of Love ...

"Drifts of sand were lifted by the wind and deposited over her skinlike muslin. She wondered whether if she stayed there long enough it would cover her, and would she disappear in a natural tomb.
Immobility always brought this image to her, the image of death, and it was this which impelled her to rise and seek activity. Repose, to her, resembled death."

"Dressed in red and silver, she evoked the sounds and imagery of fire engines as they tore through the streets of New York, alarming the heart with the violent gong of catastrophe" Nueva meta de vida que la gente me describa así

“Guilt is the one burden human beings cannot bear alone.”

sabina’s description of alan… phew… been there

‘In this mood of lostness every object became extraordinarily heavy, every room oppressive, every task overwhelming. Above all, the world seemed filled with condemning eyes’