The mosquito knows full well, small as he is he's a beast of prey. But after all he only takes his bellyful, he doesn't put my blood in the bank.
David Herbert Lawrence
Men are freest when they are most unconscious of freedom. The shout is a rattling of chains, always was.
There's always the hyena of morality at the garden gate, and the real wolf at the end of the street.
The cruelest thing a man can do to a woman is to portray her as perfection.
I should feel the air move against me, and feel the things I touched, instead of having only to look at them. I'm sure life is all wrong because it has become much too visual - we can neither hear nor feel nor understand, we can only see. I'm sure that is entirely wrong.
Time went on grey, uncloured, like a long journey where she sat unconscious as the landscape unrolled beside her.