“Theirs was the eternal youth of an alternating self, a youth with the constant although unfulfilled promise of growing up” — Flora Rheta Schreiber Copy Share Image
“It is so much more threatening to have something out of hand than to believe that at any moment I can stop (I started… — Flora Rheta Schreiber Copy Share Image
“God fearing and man hating. Sugar sugar. There was so much sugar in the way they pretended to treat each other that I suffered… — Flora Rheta Schreiber Copy Share Image
“The neurologist had dismissed her case after a single visit, handing out an easy nostrum by telling her father that if she continued to… — Flora Rheta Schreiber Copy Share Image
Isolated, she managed somehow to feel free—albeit with a freedom that made her want to smash a hole in the very center of the… — Flora Rheta Schreiber Copy Share Image
I have to force myself even to move my eyeballs. It's so easy just to stare. — Flora Rheta Schreiber Copy Share Image
“Theirs was the eternal youth of an alternating self, a youth with the constant although unfulfilled promise of growing up” — Flora Rheta Schreiber Copy Share Image
“Will there never be an end that also has a beginning? Will there never be continuity bridging the awful void between now and some… — Flora Rheta Schreiber Copy Share Image
It all made sense - terrible sense. The panic she had experienced in the warehouse district because of not knowing what had happened had… — Flora Rheta Schreiber Copy Share Image
“When I wrote the previous letter, I had made up my mind I would show you how I could be very composed and cool… — Flora Rheta Schreiber Copy Share Image
“It is so much more threatening to have something out of hand than to believe that at any moment I can stop (I started… — Flora Rheta Schreiber Copy Share Image
“She'd abandoned the animal she loved as she herself had been abandoned repeatedly in the past by people who had claimed to love her.” — Flora Rheta Schreiber Copy Share Image
Vicky became more serious and her tone more reflective as she remarked, "Life has so much pain that one needs a catharsis. I don't… — Flora Rheta Schreiber Copy Share Image
