“I stared at the changing patterns on the back of his white shirt as he moved under the trees.” — Patricia Duncker Copy Share Image
“Sav svoj novac je trošila na kupovinu knjiga, a sve vrijeme na njihovo čitanje. Sve su bile ispisane kritikama, odgovorima na marginama, ponekad su… — Patricia Duncker Copy Share Image
“The cats are asleep at the end of my bed and all around me, the thundery silence of L'Escarènere, caught at last in the… — Patricia Duncker Copy Share Image
“I stared at the changing patterns on the back of his white shirt as he moved under the trees.” — Patricia Duncker Copy Share Image
You write your first novel with the desperation of the damned. You're afraid that you'll never write anything else, ever again. — Patricia Duncker Copy Share Image
“Kao pobijeđeni revolucionar napustila je svoje seksualne barikade. Nešto se u njoj slomilo, nježno, tiho i nevoljko, i zagnjurila je lice u udubljenje između… — Patricia Duncker Copy Share Image
Love is not feeling, child, nor even the passion of lovers, which always seeks only its own gratification. It is the act of caring,… — Patricia Duncker Copy Share Image
“The love between writer and a reader is never celebrated. It can never be proved to exist. But he was the man I loved… — Patricia Duncker Copy Share Image
“Madness and passion have always been interchangeable. Throughout the entire western literary tradition. Madness is an abundance of existence. Madness is a way of… — Patricia Duncker Copy Share Image
“Well -- there are two kinds of loneliness, aren't there? There's the loneliness of absolute solitude -- the physical fact of living alone, working… — Patricia Duncker Copy Share Image
