Naz

“On the outskirts of our sad savage town, I was overcome by a feeling of profound melancholy, though I fought it off by stuffing a large amount of jasmine essence up my nose.”
― Leonora Carrington, The Seventh Horse and Other Tales

“You may not believe in magic but something very strange is happening at this very moment. Your head has dissolved into thin air and I can see the rhododendrons through your stomach. It's not that you are dead or anything dramatic like that, it is simply that you are fading away and I can't even remember your name.”
― Leonora Carrington, The Hearing Trumpet

“Even though you won't believe me
my story is beautiful
And the serpent that sang it
Sang it from out of the well.”
― Leonora Carrington, The Complete Stories of Leonora Carrington

“Sleeping and waking are not quite as distinctive as they used to be, I often mix them up.”
― Leonora Carrington, The Hearing Trumpet