Jean Rhys

...There's fear, of course, with everybody. But now it had grown, it had grown gigantic; it filled me and it filled the whole world. (Part One, 9th section)

I...think about being hungry, being cold, being hurt, being ridiculed, as if it were in another life than this.

This damned room - it's saturated with the past. . . .It's all the rooms I've ever slept in, all the streets I've ever walked in. Now the whole thing moves in an ordered, undulating procession past my eyes. Rooms, streets, streets, rooms. . . .

"It's so easy to make a person who hasn't got anything seem wrong." (chapter 4)

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