Lourdes

“When you feel homesick,’ he said, ‘just look up. Because the moon is the same wherever you go.”
― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“Hell exists in all the forms by which you can ever desire to torment yourself”
― Mette Newth, The Dark Light

“If I detested him who would I be? I am not without Him, without Him I am not myself, all this is obscure but I want everything, I want the cut and what is cut plus the place of the cutting and its edges, I likewise want the empty notebook, the full notebook and the exergue, the notes of the textamant and the discordance of all the questions.”
― Hélène Cixous, Tomb(e)

“when Love produces us by playing our bodies. There is Him and Me and beyond there is Him-Us and Us-Me and beyond stands Love which envelops us and weaves us and plays Him, Me, Us and all that we risk against death and which takes aim by playing our bodies which, played, produce Love, to straddle death”
― Hélène Cixous, Tomb(e)