Alexandra Kleeman Quotes

I found the brightness of the outdoors, rectangled through large glass panels.

Right now I felt like a person learning that a surgeon had left a pair of scissors inside her during a operation.

Scientists have confirmed that chemicals are present in nearly everything manufactured by natural or artificial means.

Though it had been over a year, she staggered through the world like one freshly bludgeoned by love.

The only air that moves is air we push from our lungs.

He was so far away now, or maybe he just looked distant because we were imaging different things for our future.

And as he leaned in to kiss me, my eye saw his open mouth grow larger and larger until it seemed it could swallow me whole.

I was worried that there'd be emotional spillage, maybe even some tears, and comforting strangers always made me feel like a pervert.

I did have a friend,' I said.

'And your friend trespassed upon you,' the Wally replied.

There's a kind of pressure that your own life muscles onto you, to do something just like you would do, to behave just like yourself.

This is about how you relate to the world,' C said.

'Maybe it's about how the world relates to me,' I said back.

To Karen he was worse than a stranger: she knew with certainty that something weird lurked inside him.

Maybe that was the secret to happiness, I thought, being free of the responsibility of yourself.

There was a hazy damp film in his eyes that I recognized from emotions in old movies, projected large on darkened screens.

But since C had disappeared, the fantasies that obsessed me were all the worst things I could imagine at any given time.

Birds looked like an echo of birds, fat white clouds looked as if they were there to sell you fabric softener or air travel or health insurance.

You needed a vision of the future in order to get anywhere; you couldn't live life thinking you were always about to fall off a cliff.

Loving someone was no guarantee of how they would treat you. All it did was raise the stakes.

I find it increasingly difficult to speak of my feelings at will.

People were such fragile things: they only existed from a certain angle, at a certain scale and spacing.

There was no better way to live, or worse. It was all terrible, and you had to do it constantly,