Trisha Bartle

“Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes. The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish. So you kill the hour. You do not work, you do not read, you do not daydream. If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep. And when at last it is over, there is no evidence: no weapon, no blood, and no body. The only clue might be the shadows beneath your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life you have lost something and the loss is too empty to share.”
― Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

“it is good to be solitary, for solitude is difficult; the fact that a thing is difficult must be one more reason for our doing it.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

“YOU’RE AN IDIOT,” said Mum, when I relayed to her the entire situation on Wednesday. “Not an unintelligent idiot, but a sort of naive idiot who manages to fall into a difficult situation and then can’t get out of it because she’s too awkward.”
― Alice Oseman, Radio Silence

“I hesitate to demonstrate my ignorance, which is never a good idea, by the way. Because you only get oppressed.”
― Irmgard Keun, The Artificial Silk Girl