Loreley Cataldi

“It is sufficient to say that this Venus is beautiful. I love her passionately with a morbid intensity; madly as one can only love a woman who never responds to our love with anything but an eternally uniform, eternally calm, stony smile. I literally adore her.
I often lie reading under the leafy covering of a young birch when the sun broods over the forest. often I visit that cold, cruel mistress of mine by night and lie on my knees before her, with the face pressed against the cold pedestal on which her feet rest, and my prayers go up to her.”
― Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, Venus in Furs

“Yet I am not writing with ordinary ink, but with red blood that drips from my heart. All its wounds long scarred over have opened and it throbs and hurts, and now and then a tear falls on the paper.”
― Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, Venus in Furs

“Her sobs slipped softly through the darkness and sank down into me, into my very being, the way the endless rains do in the monsoon season.”
― Banana Yoshimoto, Asleep

“There was madness in memory, especially when the memory wasn't yours.”
― Grace Draven, Radiance