“Night is the worst time, when her vitality sinks to its lowest ebb and she's frightened of everything. Unable to read or do anything else, she wanders about the house like a woman living with ghosts, who can't find 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
