“ ‘It’s just that I have this loneliness, this awful, awful loneliness, and I become inured to it, and it doesn’t even seem like loneliness anymore, for months on end it can weigh on me without my feeling it, and then something happens- like meeting you- and suddenly there’s this weight, some awful mean alchemy that makes loneliness assume some weight, and I think it will crush me. That I will die. Or do something unspeakably violent.’
Peter Cameron, Andorra. I’m throwing all my posts to Literary Quotes here. (via into)
3 years ago
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