Natașa Alina Culea

“What writing means to me?
-Releasing my wolves...
(Natasa Alina Culea)”
― Natașa Alina Culea, Natașa, bărbații și psihanalistul

“You see, the world is not enough satisfying for a writer. The world doesn’t fit the writer; the world’s design is for him like a straitjacket. The writer is a human, at least physically he looks like all other humans, but he is unsatisfied, gaunt and silent. He creates a world of his own, one to reflect all of him. He is getting rid of this world as a serpent gets rid of his skin. Between the covers of the book he plays God and molds humans of paper. And he is punishing them or creating them wings, as he considers. Some he kills with bare hands, not because they were bad people, but because they did bad things, and he leaves others to die by themselves. And then the writer realizes that revenge doesn’t exist, and that death is not a penalty, or if it is, is the same for everybody. Did God feel that way in the beginning of everything? Did the creation, the world, the water, the muse, the island, the sunrise, the stones came out of discontent? Out of an unbearable loneliness?”
― Natasa Alina Culea

“The accomplishments of one person show how much he invested in certain areas of his life and how much he neglected all the others.”
― Natasa Alina Culea

“If you want to cover up a violent truth, you add a layer of humor, and call it irony. Irony is the weapon of smart people.”
― Natașa Alina Culea