Carolina QuotesI had now reached that phase of the disorder where all sense of hope had vanished, along with the idea of a futurity; my brain, in thrall to its outlaw hormones, had become less an organ of thought than an instrument registering, minute by minute, varying degrees of its own suffering.
William Styron Connected to the Carolinas
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- Darkness Visible (1990)
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- 1990
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“I had now reached that phase of the disorder where all sense…” William Styron. Carolina Quotes, record CQ-300931DA02. https://carolinaquotes.com/quote/300931da02
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