“For the hundredth time, he examined his face in the bathroom mirror, patiently touched every scratch with the styptic pencil, and repowdered them. He ministered to his face and hands objectively, as if they were not a part of himself.… — patricia highsmith Copy Share Image
“Thinking no more about it, he stepped off into that cool space, that fast descent to her, with nothing in his mind but a… — Patricia Highsmith Copy Share Image
I didn't hang around films. I don't know if I'd ever seen Hitchcock's The Lady Vanishes. — Patricia Highsmith Copy Share Image
“I feel I stand in a desert with my hands outstretched, and you are raining down upon me.” — Patricia Highsmith Copy Share Image
One situation – maybe one alone – could drive me to murder: family life, togetherness. — Patricia Highsmith Copy Share Image
“He felt he was about to experience again some ancient, delicious childhood moment that the steam calliope's sour hollowness, the stitching hurdy-gurdy accompaniment, and… — Patricia Highsmith Copy Share Image
“It was a kind of arrogance, perhaps, to believe so in one's destiny. But, on the other hand, who could be more genuinely humble… — Patricia Highsmith Copy Share Image
I should love to do a novel, about one abnormal character seeing present-day life, very ordinary life, yet arresting through it, abnormality, until at… — Patricia Highsmith Copy Share Image
“Dusk was falling quickly. It was just after 7 P.M., and the month was October.” — Patricia Highsmith Copy Share Image
“What chance combination of shadow and sound and his own thoughts had created it?” — Patricia Highsmith Copy Share Image
“Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh. She had a vision of a pale-white… — Patricia Highsmith Copy Share Image
“That's exactly where you're wrong! Any kind of person can murder. Purely circumstances and not a thing to do with temperament! People get so… — Patricia Highsmith Copy Share Image
