“In a polished surface of metal I happen to notice my reflected face; it wears a pale, beaten lonely look, eyes looking out at nothing with an expression of fear, frightened and lonely in a nightmare world. Something, I don’t… — 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 medium of the printed page. How else should I feel—without fear of appearing presumptuous, either—for this great man whom I never saw and to whom I could not have spoken, the tender, wincing, pathetic solicitude that… — Anna Kavan Copy Share
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
