"Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that’s where I imagine it - there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own private library."
- Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
"She has no body as others have. People have no meaning to her. She has no answer for them. Her mind steps into emptiness, alone."
"I’d spent the last three years trying to build up some kind of a skin, so I wouldn’t drip with blood every time I brushed up against something. She was naked, she peeled herself daily."
"She fell into a deep pool of sticky water, which eventually closed over her head. She saw nothing and heard nothing but a faint booming sound, which was the sound of the sea rolling over her head. While all her tormentors thought that she was dead, she was not dead, but curled up at the bottom of the sea."
"Identity failed me. We are nothing, I said, and fell."
"Come what might, she would be wild, untrammeled, free."
"To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others."
"I am not one person; I am many people; I do not altogether know who I am —"
"I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you’re everything that exists; the reality of everything."
"There is not one big cosmic meaning for all; There is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person."
"It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere."
- Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath