Rita Ribeiro

“No name. No memory today of yesterday’s name; of today’s name, tomorrow. If the name is the thing; if a name in us is the concept of every thing placed outside of us; and without a name you don’t have the concept, and the thing remains in us as if blind, indistinct and undefined: well then, let each carve this name that I bore among men, a funeral epigraph, on the brow of that image in which I appeared to him, and then leave it in peace, and let there be no more talk about it. It is fitting for the dead. For those who have concluded. I am alive and I do not conclude. Life does not conclude. And life knows nothing of names. This tree, tremulous pulse of new leaves. I am this tree. Tree, cloud; tomorrow book or wind: the book I read, the wind I drink. All outside, wandering.”
― Luigi Pirandello, One, No One, and One Hundred Thousand

“Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead.”
― Charles Bukowski

“If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself.”
― George Orwell, 1984

“It is such a mysterious place, the land of tears.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince