Kim van Alkemade Quotes

He walked across the room and flicked a switch. A spotlight turned on, illuminating a laminated poster of a woman on his wall. He took a crayon from his pocket and began drawing on it. I could see smudges from past demonstrations. [. . .] His dashed lines crisscrossed the woman's chest as if he were planning a military maneuver on undulating terrain.

What life she had left could be measured in hours. Small recompense though they were, they belonged to me now. I had only to claim them.

I was so used to pretending to be something I wasn't, it shocked me to be seen for what I was.

What makes you think I ever got married? Married women work themselves to death, all their money goes to husbands who gamble it away. Why would I ever do that to myself?