“But to whom can one appeal when one does not even know where to find the judge? How can one ever hope to prove one's innocence when there is no means of knowing of what one has been accused? No,… — Anna Kavan Copy Share Image
“In the midst of so many brown heads her fairness alone was arresting. It was an autumn evening, misty and cold, and the room was not too well lighted. I had the impression that what light there was in the… — Anna Kavan Copy Share Image
At last I feel identified with the mountains, clean, cold, hard, detached. — Anna Kavan Copy Share Image
“There is, I believe, a kind of telepathy between the condemned: a sort of intuitive recognition which can even make itself felt through the… — Anna Kavan Copy Share Image
I had a friend, a lover. Or did I dream it? So many dreams are crowding upon me now that I can scarcely tell… — Anna Kavan Copy Share Image
“It was always the same now, the ghost always coming between her and her life in the world, so much more important, since that… — Anna Kavan Copy Share Image
“Their eyes met for a moment. And the glance that flickered between them had been a wordless message of understanding, the affirmation of a… — Anna Kavan Copy Share Image
“She looked, and saw the black, domed sky arching over her head. And her heart dilated; she felt the great black dome in her… — Anna Kavan Copy Share Image
“An intolerable pain pierced him. He was totally lost without her...estranged from his life utterly, and from the world. This was the world into… — Anna Kavan Copy Share Image
“Her albino hair illuminated my dreams, shining brighter than moonlight.” — Anna Kavan Copy Share Image
“In a polished surface of metal I happen to notice my reflected face; it wears a pale, beaten lonely look, eyes looking out at… — Anna Kavan Copy Share Image
Because of my fear that the daytime world would become real, I had to establish reality in another place. — Anna Kavan Copy Share Image
“All at once I feel desperate, outraged. Why am I alone doomed to spend nights of torment, with an unseen jailer, when all the… — Anna Kavan Copy Share Image
