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“Mother of otherness,
Eat me.
--from "Poem for a Birthday - Who", written 1960”
― Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems

“What hurts you, blesses you. Darkness is your candle.”
― Rumi

“She is in search of a language that is tactile, palatial, and self-immolating—a language that will correspond to her latent desire to disintegrate and expand. To become the room.”
― Jackie Wang

“One word
Frees us of all the weight and pain of life:
That word is love.”
― Sophocles