You do not even think of your own past as quite real; you dress it up, you gild it or blacken it, censor it, tinker with it…fictionalize it, in a word, and put it away on a shelf—your book, your romanced autobiography. We are all in the flight from the real reality.
John Fowles, The French Lieutenant’s Woman (via larmoyante)
I don’t say I don’t want to live longer - if there’s anyone who enjoys life, who has a strong feeling for the pleasures, just of being alive, of waking up, of knowing it’s another day, welcoming the sun or wind or even a nice hot breakfast with the smell of coffee, it’s hard to want to die when you feel like that.
Agatha Christie, audio clip from The Mystery of Agatha Christie with David Suchet (PBS)
There was no hierarchy of humanity. There was no one way to be, or even two, but many. And no one could strip me of my value and dignity, because no one had bestowed them. These things came into the world with me.
Abusers don’t necessarily make children different, but rather, they are diabolically gifted at detecting difference, often before the child can see it in him or herself. It is possible that Chester glimpsed a light in me, and that moved the darkness in him.