“You are walking along a road peacefully. You trip. You fall into blackness. That's the past - or perhaps the future. And… — Jean Rhys Blackness Copy Share Image
You imagine the carefully pruned, shaped thing that is presented to you is truth. That is just what it isn't. The truth… — Jean Rhys Fantastic Copy Share Image
“There was a vase of flame-coloured tulips in the hall - surely the most graceful of flowers. Some thrust their heads forward… — Jean Rhys Flower Copy Share Image
“Now, money, for the night is coming. Money for my hair, money for my teeth, money for shoes that won't deform my… — Jean Rhys High heels Copy Share Image
“But in the daytime it was all right. And when you'd had a drink you knew it was the best way to… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
