It was like letting go and falling back into water and seeing yourself grinning up through the water, your face like a… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
All of writing is a huge lake. There are great rivers that feed the lake, like Tolstoy or Dostoyevsky. And then there… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
Stephan was secretive and a liar, but he was a very gentle and expert lover. She was the petted, cherished child, the… — Jean Rhys Copy Share Image
“It was as if a curtain had fallen, hiding everything I had ever known. It was almost like being born again. The… — Jean Rhys Darkness Copy Share Image
If she says goodbye perhaps adieu. Adieu - like those old time songs she sang. Always adieu (and all songs say it).… — Jean Rhys Adieu Copy Share Image
