He looked very old. He looked, James thought, getting his head now against the Lighthouse, now against the waste of waters running away into the open, like some old stone lying on the sand; he looked as if he had become physically what was always at the back of both of their minds—that loneliness which was for both of them the truth about things.
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Zum Autor"...It struck her, this was tragedy-- not palls, dust, and the shroud; but children coerced, their spirits subdued."
"With twice his wits, she had to see things through his eyes -- one of the tragedies of married life."
"He would argue with her about killing themselves; and explain how wicked people were; how he could see them making up lies as they passed in the street. He knew all their thoughts, he said; he knew everything. He knew the meaning of the world, he said."
"Writing is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for your friends, and then you do it for money."
"Fatigue is the safest sleeping draught."
"It's too short,' she said, 'ever so much too short.' Never did anybody look so sad. Bitter and black, half-way down, in the darkness, in the shaft which ran from the sunlight to the depths, perhaps a tear formed; a tear fell; the waters swayed this way and that, received it, and were at rest. Never did anybody look so sad."