Anna

“Why do we write? A chorus erupts.
Because we cannot simply live.”
― Patti Smith, Devotion

“Some things melt before they become memories.”
― Patti Smith, Devotion

“Can you love my brain even when it is small? When it is malevolent? When it is violent? Can you love it even when it does not love me?”
― Olivie Blake, Alone With You in the Ether

“I was forced to acknowledge too late, much too late, that I too had loved, that I was capable of suffering, and that I was human after all.”
― Jacqueline Harpman, I Who Have Never Known Men