Mrs. Trotter made a sincere though wrong sound, while opening her handbag to look for help.
Patrick WhiteThe knot of her hands and the pulses in her throat rejected any possibility that their meeting might be a casual one. But, of course, she could not explain, nor was her face of any more assistance than her tongue; in fact, as she herself knew, in moments of stress she could resemble a congested turkey.
Patrick WhiteMots clés riders-in-the-chariot
Where have you been, Theodora?," Mrs Goodman asked.
"Walking, Mother."
"And whom did you see?"
Mrs Goodman flung her grammar like a stone.
"I did not see a cat," said Theodora.
Mrs Goodman looked at her daughter, who giggled before she left the room.
Such was the texture of her marble.
[In a description of Laura Trevelyan.]
No animal suffers worse than a human being.
Patrick WhiteThere's nothing so inhuman as a human being.
Patrick WhiteLife doesn't end on the kitchen floor while there is the will to dance.
Patrick WhiteI mean one can be so remote in spirit from one's actual father -or mother- it's as though one doesn't belong to them. Spiritually," he dared, "one can be someone else's child.
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