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I have arranged my little life.

Jean Rhys

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Jean Rhys
Age: 88 †
Born: 1890
Born: August 24
Died: 1979
Died: May 14
Novelist
Writer
Ella Gwendolen Rees Williams
Ella Rees Williams
Life
Arranged
Littles
Little

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I've been so ridiculous all my life that a little bit more or a little bit less hardly matters now.
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When I think about it, if I had to choose, I'd rather be happy than write.
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All of a writer that matters is in the book or books. It is idiotic to be curious about the person.
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I hadn't bargained for this. I didn't think it would be like this - shabby clothes, worn-out shoes, circles under your eyes, your hair getting straight and lanky, the way people look at you. ... I didn't think it would be like this
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Age seldom arrives smoothly or quickly. It's more often a succession of jerks.
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She could give herself up to the written word as naturally as a good dancer to music or a fine swimmer to water. The only difficulty was that after finishing the last sentence she was left with a feeling at once hollow and uncomfortably full. Exactly like indigestion.
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I found when I was a child that if I put the hurt into words, it would go.
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Even the one moment that you thought was your eternity fades out and is forgotten and dies.
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I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness.
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When you are a child you are yourself and you know and see everything prophetically. And then suddenly something happens and you stop being yourself you become what others force you to be. You lose your wisdom and your soul.
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If I was bound for hell, let it be hell. No more false heaven. No more damned magic.
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After all this, what happened? What happened was that, as soon as I had the slightest chance of a place to hide in, I crept into it and hid. Well, sometimes it's a fine day isn't it? Sometimes the skies are blue. Sometimes the air is light, easy to breathe. And there is always tomorrow.
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