A biography for Marian Keyeshasn’t been written yet.
“I've always been melancholic. At a party, everyone would be looking at the glittering chandeliers and I'd be looking at the waitress's cracked shoes.”
“I am prone to despair. We are all born with a particular personality. I get afraid and then I don't want to leave the house.”
“I had spent my whole life feeling homesick. The only difference between the two of us was that I didn't know what or where home was.”
“If you lose someone, you feel a loss, then after a while you fill in the hole in your life and the loss gradually gets smaller and smaller and eventually goes away. There's a point to the pain. There's a reason and a direction.”
“I've never made a secret of the fact that I'd have loved to have children.”
“They say the path of true love never runs smooth. Well, Luke and my true love's path didn't run at all, it limped along in new boots that were chafing its heels. Blistered and cut, red and raw, every hopping, lopsided step, a little slice of agony.”
“I still get awful depression. It's who I am.”
“When I opened my case in the hotel, he gestured excitedly at my snakeskin sandals, turquoise suede wedges and silver-speckled jellies. “But you’ve loads of shoes,” he bellowed joyfully. I shook my head sadly. Men just don’t get it, do they? They’re definitely missing the shoe chromosome.”
“You will go on and meet someone else and I'll just be a chapter in your tale, but for me, you were, you are and you always will be, the whole story.”
“I'm quite introverted but I'm not shy.”
“Every day I wake up afraid that I won't be able to write, that today is the day it has left me.”
“I don't like this idea of division: that if you're a clever woman then you've got to be a particular way. Because men don't. Men please themselves.”
“...as you know, I don't believe in fear, just an invention by men so they get all the money and good jobs...”