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“Earth is the cradle of humanity, but one cannot live in a cradle forever.”
― Konstantin Tsiolkovsky

“I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading – treading – till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through –

And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum –
Kept beating – beating – till I thought
My Mind was going numb –

And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space – began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race
Wrecked, solitary, here –

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down –
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing – then –”
― Emily Dickinson, The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson

“I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on.”
― Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation

“Emily écrit sur le monde qu'elle habite, tout en sachant qu'il serait plus beau si personne ne l'habitait.”
― Dominique Fortier, Les villes de papier