Author of quotes: Anna Kavan

Once I went on her mind, wanted to get married. Ironically, then, my goal was to protect her from the coarseness and callousness of this world, which, like a magnet, drew her shyness and fragility. She was sensitive, extremely tense, afraid of people and of life; her identity has been broken by the sadistic mother who kept her in a constant state of fear and submission. I had to gain her trust, I was always gentle, kind and careful, kept showing their feelings. She was so thin, that when we danced, I was afraid to hurt her too strong arms. Her bones seemed fragile, and the protruding wrist fascinated me the most. She had amazing hair - silver-white, like the albino, brilliant as moonlight, as the moon illuminated Venetian glass. I treated her as if she were made of glass; sometimes I could hardly believe in its reality. Gradually she ceased to be afraid of me, childishly attached to me, but remained shy and elusive. I thought I already proved that I can be trusted, and was willing to wait. She almost took me, but her immaturity was difficult for me to assess the sincerity of her feelings. Maybe her affection was not a sham, but it is, nevertheless, quite unexpectedly left me and went to the man and was now married.

She lived in an atmosphere impregnated with fear; if ever she learned a good attitude, things would be different. The trees seemed threatening, harbored malice. All her life she felt like the condemned victim, and here the forest became evil force, ready to destroy. In desperation, she had tried to escape, but tripped on an invisible root and almost fell. Branches clung to her hair, pulling back, and letting go, brutally whipped. Between black needles flashed her silver strands plucked; they will be labels that will her pursuers, traces leading to the victim. She finally ran out of the woods, but only in order to stretch in courts around the fjord. From the water rose a sinister emanation, something primitive, savage, demanding victims, hungry for human flesh.