"You are too nostalgic, you want memory to secure you, console you. The past is a bore. What matters is only oneself and what one creates from what one has learned. Imagination uses what it needs and discards the rest—where you want to erect a museum.
Don’t hoard the past, Astrid.
Don’t cherish anything.
The artist is the phoenix who burns to emerge."
- Janet Fitch, White Oleander
"Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final."
- Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Hours
"We do not escape into philosophy, psychology, and art—we go there to restore our shattered selves into whole ones."
- Anaïs Nin, In Favor of the Sensitive Man and Other Essays
"Last year I abstained
this year I devour
which is also an art"
"She did not want to move, or to speak. She wanted to rest, to lean, to dream. She felt very tired."
"And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind."
- Jack Kerouac, Lonesome Traveler
"I detest the masculine point of view. I am bored by his heroism, virtue, and honour. I think the best these men can do is not talk about themselves anymore."
"Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them."
"Isn’t it funny. I’m enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. it makes demands. Love uses you. Changes its mind. But hatred, now. That’s something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It’s hard on soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but hatred cradles you."
"My blood is alive with many voices telling me I am made of longing."
"You were once wild here. Don’t let them tame you."