Nyx Joy

“And it's inside myself that I must create someone who will understand.”
― Clarice Lispector

“An illness called nostalgia, which often is cured with a sprinkle of love, some lemon, a few raisins and many slices of avocado.

Wine is a yellow sun in a crystal goblet. One taste of Chile's earth and sky could delight the entire world.

Maybe once you are an exile, you always are an exile. Always missing somewhere else, always carrying a bit from here and a bit from there and always with a bit of a broken heart.

A refugee - a beautiful word, a beautiful thing. An exile. That means I am a traveler of the world and I belong to nothing but the things I love.”
― Marjorie Agosín, I Lived on Butterfly Hill

“She believed in angels, and, because she believed, they existed”
― Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star

“Women are prepared to suffer for love; it's written into their birth certificates. Women are not prepared to have "everything," not success-type "everything." I mean, not when the "everything" isn't about living happily ever after with the prince (where even if it falls through and the prince runs away with the baby-sitter, there at least a precedent). There's no precedent for women getting their own "everything" and learning that it's not the answer. Especially when you got fame, money, and love by belting out how sad and lonely and beaten you were. Which is only a darker version fo the Hollywood "everything" in which the more vulnerability and ineptness you project onto the screen, the more fame, money, and love they load you with. They'll only give you "everything" if you appear to be totally confused. Which leaves you with very few friends.”
― Eve Babitz, Slow Days, Fast Company: The World, the Flesh, and L.A.