Blonde (engelsk)
”Like my soul is molten lead, leaked out and hardened.”
- kap. The Bath; 1, sid. 17.
“Those eyes I loved. Couldn’t bear to look at.”
- kap. The Bath; 1, sid. 17.
“’It’s as every philosopher from Plato to John Dewey has taught: you don’t go until your number’s up, and when your number’s up, you go.’ Gladys snapped her fingers, smiling. To her, this was optimism.
Which is why I’m a fatalist. You can’t quarrel with logic!
And why I’m so good at emergencies. Or was.
It was normal life day-to-day I couldn’t play.”
- kap. City of Sand; 1, sid. 35.
“She was a little girl and little girls aren’t supposed to think hard, especially pretty little curly-haired girls aren’t supposed to worry, fret, calculate; still, she had a way of frowning like a midget adult, pondering such questions as: How does fire begin? Is there a single spark that’s the first spark, the first-ever spark, out of nowhere? Not from a match or light but out of nowhere? But why?”
- kap. City of Sand; 1, sid. 36.