Heidi Julavits Quotes

I didn't know what to say. I felt like crying, Goddammit everybody in the world wants an explanation for your acts and for your very being.

I didn't want it to be this way." "Yes, you did," she said, "because it is." "I just want to be with someone normal," he said. "I just want to have a normal life." "Excuse me," she said. "You're a little crazy," he said. "You're too old to act the way you do. You've got to grow up. You've got to take care of yourdelf. I'm afraid for you. You can't think that people are going to take care of you all the time.

I am crazy as hell, but I know it. And knowing it is a kind of sanity that makes the sickness worse.

She went crazy with a calm face, justifiably so.

The destruction of the world is the last, almost desperate attempt to save myself from being crushed by it

As a jealous man, I suffer four times over: because I am jealous, because I blame myself for being so, because I fear that my jealousy will wound the other, because I allow myself to be subject to a banality: I suffer from being excluded, from being aggressive, from being crazy, and from being common.

Inside and out, Westley's world was ripping apart and he could do nothing but crack along with it.

Lovers are commonly industrious to make themselves uneasy.

But I'm Crazy. I swear to God I am.

The thing in the world I am most afraid of is fear, and with good reason; that passion alone, in the trouble of it, exceeding all other accidents

Ethan thought he was doing the right thing. He knew it was crazy. And he didn’t want to go, but he had to anyway. Ethan was like that. Even if he was dead. He saved the world, but he shattered mine. What now?

That's why you did it. You wanted your world to collapse around you. You wanted everything to get as dark as possible.

Hatred makes me energetic, but confused.

Guilt is a timorous thing ere perpetration; despair alone makes guilty men be bold.

I want that. I want that awful intense and serious unhappiness, cos then I might feel better, and then I might be happy.

It was unsettling to be in love with someone who looked like the face in her nightmares.

i'm going mad, i told myself. let me not be mad.

People see me on TV and I'm this calm, level headed guy. Honestly, that's the furthest thing from who I am. For a long time I struggled with anger and stress. It was killing me, figuratively and literally.

Such a letter was not to be soon recovered from. . . . Every moment rather brought fresh agitation. It was an overpowering happiness.

There came a time in every prolonged effort when he had a moment of near panic, or 'terror in a lonely place', the original semantic content of the word. The lonely place was his own mind.

I can't shove the dark out of my way.

I just need some time away to remember why I stay.

He wanted this someone to see how much he hurt.

My writer friends, and they are legion, do not go around beaming with quiet feelings of contentment. Most of them go around with haunted, abused, surprised looks on their faces, like lab dogs on whom very personal deodorant sprays have been tested.

I was given the gifts of the artist, and the trouble that goes with them: So I have that blessing, and there was never a time thatI questioned it or doubted it.... For forty years, I wanted to jump out of windows.