So it is useless to evade reality, because it only makes it more virulent in the end. But instead, look steadfastly into the slit, pin-pointed, malig…

- Caitlin Thomas

The wretched Artist himself is alternatively the lowest worm that ever crawled when no fire is in him; or the loftiest God that ever sand when the fi…

- Caitlin Thomas

My bitterness is not an abstract substance, it is as solid as a Christmas cake; I can cut it in slices and hand it round and there is still plenty le…

- Caitlin Thomas

... the mere thought of going near a man who is not mellowly pickled, and whose breath reeks of his native fleshy self, is squeamishly unpalatable to…

- Caitlin Thomas

There is, happily, no limit to the faith of human nature in believing what it wants to believe.

- Caitlin Thomas

resignation, perhaps the most stifling word in the language.

- Caitlin Thomas

Sex divorced from love is the thief of personal dignity.

- Caitlin Thomas

I had got to the dawn of the beautiful not caring, but fully aware, stage, which degenerates so imperceptibly into the doing something unpermissible …

- Caitlin Thomas

there is this malign curse laid on dipsomaniacs. That they must absolutely have a drink: in order to feel strong enough to stop drinking.

- Caitlin Thomas