Patricia Highsmith Quotes
Top 99 wise famous quotes and sayings by Patricia Highsmith
Patricia Highsmith Famous Quotes & Sayings
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What was it to love someone, what was love exactly, and why did it end or not end? Those were the real questions, and who could answer them?
Carol looked at her. "How do you become a poet?"
"By feeling things - too much, I suppose," Therese answered conscientiously.
"By feeling things - too much, I suppose," Therese answered conscientiously.
But even that question wasn't definite enough. Perhaps it was a statement after all: I don't want to die yet without knowing you.
Robert Walker as Bruno was excellent. He had elegance and humor, and the proper fondness for his mother.
I think friendships are the result of certain needs that can be completely hidden from both people, sometimes hidden forever.
If people have bought something of mine, they know by now that I will decline writing it for the movies.
The conversation seemed just as boring and forgettable as details of American history around 1805, for example.
Happiness was a little like flying, she thought, like being a kite. It depended on how much one let the string out.
Anticipation! It occurred to him that his anticipation was more pleasant to him than the experiencing.
At any rate, Therese thought, she was happier than she ever had been before. And why worry about defining everything?
What could be duller than past history!' Therese said, smiling. 'Maybe futures that won't have any history.
Each book is, in a sense, an argument with myself, and I would write it, whether it is ever published or not.
She probably had all the time in the world, Therese thought, probably did nothing all day but what she felt like doing.
I have Graham Greene's telephone number, but I wouldn't dream of using it. I don't seek out writers because we all want to be alone.
I tell him his business, all business, is legalized throat-cutting, like marriage is legalized fornication.
She envied him. She envied him his faith there would always be a place, a home, a job, someone else for him. She envied him that attitude.
I know you have it in you, Guy," Anne said suddenly at the end of a silence, "the capacity to be terribly happy.
I got a theory a person ought to do everything it's possible to do before he dies, and maybe die trying to do something that's really impossible.
If you wanted to be cheerful, or melancholic, or wistful , or thoughtful, or courteous, you simply had to act those things with every gesture.
I won't ever set the world on fire as a painter,' Dickie said, 'but I get a great deal of pleasure out of it.
I think of a sun like Beethoven, a wind like Debussy, and birdcalls like Stravinsky. But the tempo is all mine.
He could feel the belligerence growing in Freddie Miles as surely as if his huge body were generating a heat that he could feel across the room.
It would be Carol, in a thousand cities, a thousand houses, in foreign lands where they would go together, in heaven and in hell.
One blow in anger [would] kill, probably, a child from aged two to eight. Those over eight would take two blows to kill.
I read, write and create. I must lose myself in work, so that there is no space for the other/anything else.
When she stood up, the woman was looking at her with the calm gray eyes that Therese could neither quite face nor look away from.
Therese could not think of a single question that would be proper to ask, because all her questions were so enormous.
And no book, and possibly no painting, when it is finished, is ever exactly like the first dream of it.
And she did not have to ask if this was right, no one had to tell her, because this could not have been more right or perfect.
Once a person has become detached from his possessions, his customary duties, his moments of solitude, where is he? What is he?
It was easy, after all, simply to open the door and escape. It was easy, she thought, because she was not really escaping at all.
Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh.
I know what they'd like, they'd like a blank they could fill in. A person already filled in disturbs them terribly.