Lea Omer

“I wish I wrote the way I
thought;
Obsessively,
Incessantly,
With maddening hunger.
I'd write to the point of
suffocation.
I'd write myself into
nervous breakdowns.
Manuscripts spiraling out
like tentacles into abysmal
nothing.
And I'd write about you
a lot more
than I should”
― Bendict Smith

“Mr. Kapasi had never thought of his job in such complimentary terms. To him it was a thankless occupation. He found nothing noble in interpreting people’s maladies,”
― Jhumpa Lahiri, Interpreter of Maladies

“What I needed was a connection with someone. Someone real. I felt that need in the marrow of my bones, in my pancreas, in my kneecaps. I did not need an endless sea of flesh. What I needed was to be loved.”
― Benedict Smith