Paul Quotes in The Glass Hotel
But does a person have to be either admirable or awful? Does life have to be so binary? Two things can be true at the same time, he told himself. Just because you used your stepmother's presumed death to start over doesn’t mean that you're not also doing something good, being there for your sister or whatever.
I don’t hate Vincent, he told himself, Vincent has never been the problem, I have never hated Vincent, I have only ever hated the idea of Vincent.
It was a new century. If he could survive the ghost of Charlie Wu, he could survive anything. It had rained at some point in the night and the sidewalks were gleaming, water reflecting the morning’s first light.
“The thing with Paul,” her mother said, while they were waiting for the water taxi on the pier at Grace Harbour, “is he’s always seemed to think that you owe him something.” Vincent remembered looking up at her mother, startled by the idea. “You don’t,” her mother said. “Nothing that happened to him is your fault.”
“It’s possible to both know and not know something.”
It turned out that never having that conversation with Vincent meant he was somehow condemned to always have that conversation with Vincent.
There are so many ways to haunt a person, or a life.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m sorry for all of it.,”
“I was a thief too,” I tell him, “we both got corrupted.”
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Paul Quotes in The Glass Hotel
But does a person have to be either admirable or awful? Does life have to be so binary? Two things can be true at the same time, he told himself. Just because you used your stepmother's presumed death to start over doesn’t mean that you're not also doing something good, being there for your sister or whatever.
I don’t hate Vincent, he told himself, Vincent has never been the problem, I have never hated Vincent, I have only ever hated the idea of Vincent.
It was a new century. If he could survive the ghost of Charlie Wu, he could survive anything. It had rained at some point in the night and the sidewalks were gleaming, water reflecting the morning’s first light.
“The thing with Paul,” her mother said, while they were waiting for the water taxi on the pier at Grace Harbour, “is he’s always seemed to think that you owe him something.” Vincent remembered looking up at her mother, startled by the idea. “You don’t,” her mother said. “Nothing that happened to him is your fault.”
“It’s possible to both know and not know something.”
It turned out that never having that conversation with Vincent meant he was somehow condemned to always have that conversation with Vincent.
There are so many ways to haunt a person, or a life.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m sorry for all of it.,”
“I was a thief too,” I tell him, “we both got corrupted.”