Tsitaadid raamatust «The Golden Notebook»

‘It’s like being a prisoner, living with someone who knows what you said last week, or can say: three days ago you did so and so,’ I could feel a prisoner with him, because I longed to be free of my

one summer when he had grown a beard, that he looked as if he had glued the rakish beard on to his solemn face. She had continued

And that was why she would sleep with him; she could

justify himself by destroying the real thing—he calls the victim an artist. You are an artist, of course…and the victim more

in pointing out, was a decadent face. It was overfull, over-ripe, almost flaccid. He was