A Quote by J. M. Coetzee

And anyway, I suspect he secretly liked it when a woman was cold and distant — © J. M. Coetzee
And anyway, I suspect he secretly liked it when a woman was cold and distant
I suspect that every writer is secretly writing for someone.
A man with a beard was always a little suspect anyway. You couldn't say you wore a beard because you liked a beard. People didn't like you for telling the truth. You had to say you had a scar so you couldn't shave.
If you look at many of the women who find themselves with cold, distant, difficult, cruel men, it's because they had cold, distant, difficult, cruel fathers who made them feel that there was no alternative or, at a minimum, who made them choose someone like their father in order to change in this other man what they couldn't change in their fathers.
In the mainstream, I'm suspect because I'm black. I have dreadlocks, I have a goatee. I mean, I'm just suspect. In my classroom and at Columbia, I'm not as suspect because it's clear I know what I'm doing, but I am still suspect.
When Josey woke up and saw the feathery frost on her windowpane, she smiled. Finally, it was cold enough to wear long coats and tights. It was cold enough for scarves and shirts worn in layers, like camouflage. It was cold enough for her lucky red cardigan, which she swore had a power of its own. She loved this time of year. Summer was tedious with the light dresses she pretended to be comfortable in while secretly sure she looked like a loaf of white bread wearing a belt. The cold was such a relief.
I secretly liked acting, but I wanted to play football. It was an enormous dream.
Men secretly respect a woman who is strong, has confidence and has dreams of her own. There's nothing more attractive to a man than a woman who has dignity and pride in who she is.
You know what I liked about 'The Condemned?' It's Stone Cold being Stone Cold, and that's what was awesome to me.
I don't dislike my peers because they're still around and remind me of what I'm doing. I never liked them anyway. I never liked U2, the things they've done over the years.
Just to see what a pink dress can mean to a woman, any woman, but a disabled woman, that's extra special and thrilling because they shouldn't be separated and their disabilities don't have to separate them in anyway.
In high school, it was very fashionable to be disdainful of the bourgeois suburbs, but I secretly liked them.
I eat cold eels and think distant thoughts.
Our sympathy is cold to the relation of distant misery.
If a person doesn't have the capacity that we all want that person to have, I suspect hope is in the far distant future, if at all.
Everything at a distance turns into poetry; distant mountains, distant people, distant events; all become Romantic.
The stars blazed like the love of God, cold and distant.
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