Wide Sargasso Sea

She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.

I thought if I told no one it might not be true.

I woke the next morning knowing that nothing would be the same. It would change and go on changing.

It was a beautiful place - wild, untouched, above all untouched, with an alien, disturbing, secret loveliness. And it kept its secret. I'd find myself thinking, 'What I see is nothing - I want what it hides - that is not nothing'.

Lies are never forgotten, they go on and they grow.

I sit at my window and the words fly past me like birds — with God's help I catch some.

"...Money have pretty face for everybody, but for that man money pretty like pretty self, he can't see nothing else.