Oleta Fort

“Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.”
― Graham Greene, Ways of Escape

“Strange how things turn out. Two birds, one stone and all that.' McBlane chuckled at his own impromptu joke. 'But things have worked out for the best and now we all get to work together,' he said, and a smile spread across his face as easy as a politician's lie.”
― R.D. Ronald, The Elephant Tree

“En ese estado febril, en el que otro, quizás, habría escrito versos, miraba atentamente los ojos de las mujeres con las que me cruzaba, esperando como respuesta esa misma mirada amplia y terrible. Nunca me acercaba a las mujeres que me contestaban con una sonrisa, pues sabía que a una mirada como la mía sólo podía contestar con una sonrisa una prostituta o una virgen.”
― M. Aguéiev

“When I realize that she is gone, perhaps gone forever, a great void opens up and I feel that I am falling, falling, falling into deep, black space. And this is worse than tears, deeper than regret or pain or sorrow, it is the abyss into which Satan was plunged. There is no climbing back, no ray of light, no sound of human voice or human touch of hand.”
― Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer