255 Quotes by Patricia Highsmith

Perhaps identity, like hell, was merely other people.

- Carol, te quiero.Carol se irguió. Therese la miró con sus ojos intensos y adormilados. Carol acabo de sacar su pijama de la maleta y bajó la tapa. Se acerco a Therese y le puso las manos en los hombros. Se los apretó con fuerza, como si le exigiera una promesa, o quizá intentado averiguar si lo habia dicho de verdad. Luego la besó en los labios como si ya se hubieran besado millones de veces.- ¿Tú no sabes que te quiero?- dijo Carol.

Each person carries around in himself a terrible other world of hell and the unknown. It is an enormous pit reaching below the deepest crater of the earth, or it is the thinnest air far beyond the moon. But it is frightening and essentially “unlike” man as he knows himself familiarly, so we spend all our days living at the other antipodes of ourself.

Therese leaned closer toward it, looking down at her glass. She wanted to thrust the table aside and spring into her arms, to bury her nose in the green and gold scarf that was tied close about her neck. Once the backs of their hands brushed on the table, and Therese’s skin there felt separately alive now, and rather burning.

one blow in anger [would] kill, probably, a child from aged two to eight. Those over eight would take two blows to kill.

Honestly, I don't understand why people get so worked up about a little murder!

I've thought of a wonderful way to start a forest fire,' Tom said musingly as they were having coffee.

Sunlight came through the windows slowly, like something liquid pouring between the red curtains on to the rug. The sunlight was like an arpeggio that Tom could almost hear -- this time Chopin, perhaps.

There's no such thing as a perfect murder,” Tom said to Reeves. “That's just a parlor game, trying to dream one up. Of course you could say there are a lot of unsolved murders. That's different.