“It was to do with the glazed look that always comes over me when faced with somebody who has offended or hurt… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“I was on the sidewalk, buffering, wondering if it was okay to follow people in real life.” — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“That night I dreamt about the roses laid at the wrong feet—the feet of the nurse. Each bit of the dream was… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“I saw a doctor. I went in case there were any remnants of the summer inside me—sticky, slender fish bones that needed… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“I felt the nauseous shiver in my stomach—everything from rage to empathy to morning sickness—that I had grown used to and now… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“A neon-pink 3 flickered and instantly disappeared again into the dark. The sight of it on my own device now made me… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“I felt my own self-sufficiency, my own Walden Pond, seeping out of me as if I'd sprung a leak. Self soaked into… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“ Roses are like kamikaze love pilots. Roses are like suicide love bombers. ” — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“Waking in the morning, I had to remember grief all over again. It was sunny, a white winter sun, and that made… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“But you'd hope anyone would feel sympathy if they actually saw someone face to face, pleading for a chance.” — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“From watching Silvia, I'd learned that one of the worst things about being ill is that most people find your suffering opaque.… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“Begin at the beginning. Know nothing. Tabula rasa. At the same time, part of me wanted to distinguish myself. To let her… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“Tokyo was a place you could quite happily exist alone and be self-contained. It seemed to promise that it was better to… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“It continues to impress me how fluently Americans, even immigrants like her, speak of their achievements.” — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“I don't want to alarm anyone, but everywhere we go I see Alec Baldwin. It's like he's following us.” — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“We had, I felt, bared small pieces of our symmetrical souls to each other, fast, as if playing one of those breathless… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“He had deduced also that I was quirky and promised me that he was too.” — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“Yes, I think he even has a title. He's like son and heir.' I turned her words over in my mind as… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“But I do not know the people I am crying for anymore. I don't let myself sympathise—I think it would be wrong.” — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“But it is difficult to tell whether something is an oppurtunity or a trap when you are put on the spot.” — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“When he wasn't making quirky jokes about his mother like this—it happened more than once—he mainly spoke at me, about his job… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“At first, sending the confession by real mail had felt like a genius device. I would not have to sit by my… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“The emotional question became why Susy had rejected me. I was interested in that shift, from actively wanting to actively not wanting.” — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“Was this what the city would look like when knowledge was no longer enough? When the desire to turn inward, surrendering entirely… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“It was to do with the glazed look that always comes over me when faced with somebody who has offended or hurt me and… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“I was on the sidewalk, buffering, wondering if it was okay to follow people in real life.” — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“That night I dreamt about the roses laid at the wrong feet—the feet of the nurse. Each bit of the dream was like a… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“I saw a doctor. I went in case there were any remnants of the summer inside me—sticky, slender fish bones that needed to be… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“I felt the nauseous shiver in my stomach—everything from rage to empathy to morning sickness—that I had grown used to and now thought of… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“A neon-pink 3 flickered and instantly disappeared again into the dark. The sight of it on my own device now made me sick. I… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“I felt my own self-sufficiency, my own Walden Pond, seeping out of me as if I'd sprung a leak. Self soaked into everything around… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“ Roses are like kamikaze love pilots. Roses are like suicide love bombers. ” — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“Waking in the morning, I had to remember grief all over again. It was sunny, a white winter sun, and that made me sad.” — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“But you'd hope anyone would feel sympathy if they actually saw someone face to face, pleading for a chance.” — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“From watching Silvia, I'd learned that one of the worst things about being ill is that most people find your suffering opaque. With this… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
