90 Quotes by Deborah Levy

We were doing everything we could to avoid the moment we would both go our separate ways.

She wanted to escape from a reality that was so rational it was a little bit mad.

I wanted to die of shame but everyone insisted on keeping me alive. I had to live.

We have to mourn our dead, but we cannot let them take over our life.

To unfold any number of ideas through all the dimensions of time is the great adventure of the writing life.

J.K. watches a storm rage into the crimson afternoon. The sky is electric. Rain whips her bare arms and legs. Dustbins are hauled into the air, caught on the wind’s curve. Bags and pillowcase unpacked for a while, toothbrush, perfume, books, a little pile of yellow feathers, J.K. knows she too is caught in the wind. She is Europe’s eerie child, and she is part of the storm." (from "Swallowing Geography" by Deborah Levy)

Smoking cheap Spanish filthy sock-tobacco under a pine tree was so much better than trying to hold it together on escalators. There was something comforting about being literally lost when I was lost in every other way...

She is the wanderer, bum, émigré, refugee, deportee, rambler, strolling player. Sometimes she would like to be a settler, but curiosity, grief, and disaffection forbid it.

Time has shattered, it's cracked like my lips.