Deborah Levy, Hot Milk Quotes
In the new quiet I heard the sea as if my ears were laid against the ocean floor. I could hear everything. The rumbling earthquake of a ship and spider crabs moving between weeds.
She had no God to plead to for mercy or luck. It would be true to say she depended instead on human kindness and painkillers.
Afterwards, I will have to tie the trees to bamboo poles so the wind will not determine their shape. A tree cannot be given form by the vagaries of the wind.
