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February 23, 1968
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February 23, 1968
The quest for power is strange in that, once the quest has begun, the destination always seems to shift ever further away. What power one has is never enough; whatever happiness one had turns to bitterness.
Sonya Hartnett
In the quest for power, truth is always the first thing left behind.
Sonya Hartnett
You're just a coward, like all those who stand behind the suffering of others.
Sonya Hartnett
She doesn't understand that doors, walls, fences, ceilings - they're helpless to keep out what determinedly desires to get in.
Sonya Hartnett
We both knew that what I said was the truth, as well as being a lie. The pure and honest answer was pinging between us, hovering above the weeds.
Sonya Hartnett
She was the one who wanted to be with him, the one who watched and waited for him, who felt his absence badly.
Sonya Hartnett
Every atom in me feels composed of lead. This is what dying is: a pull to the ground.
Sonya Hartnett
Yeah, reflections! The same, but different. Like twins - like blood brothers! And when you need something bad done, like punishment or revenge, you'll just ask me, and I will do it -
Sonya Hartnett
Affection makes fools. Always, without exception, love digs a channel that's sooner or later flooded by the briny water of despair.
Sonya Hartnett
I would always be lonely, but no more alone.
Sonya Hartnett
I suppose that's what happens when you make other people's lives miserable: life gets miserable back at you.
Sonya Hartnett
But what she feels is sometimes hard to express...Much of what is best in her is warped on the voyage from within to without.
Sonya Hartnett
Evangeline's obliviousness was a reason to like her rather than not: I liked least those schoolfellows whose awareness of me invariably caused misery.
Sonya Hartnett
I am dying: it's a beautiful word. Like the long slow sigh of a cello: dying. But the sound of it is the only beautiful thing about it.
Sonya Hartnett