Julia Smeaton

“I go on accumulating myself, accumulating myself, accumulating myself — until I no longer fit within me and burst into words.”
― Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life

“Creating herself. Creating themselves. The performance of it. The confusion of it. The pleasure of it...Making a life. Making a life with love in it. Creating a body with no shame in it...Creating a body of work. That no one else could have written.”
― Deborah Levy, My Year in Paris with Gertrude Stein

“She reminded me of a tulip, almost, the way she bent forward at the waist to hand me a lighted joint.”
― Eve Babitz, Slow Days, Fast Company: The World, the Flesh, and L.A.

“She would always remember how "excited young voices criss-crossed.... Little tongues of flame leapt up from person to person, and the whole attic was humming and sizzling like dry birch bark set aflame, throwing into the dark, dense night of the shtetl the voices' challenge and yearning.”
― Molly Crabapple, Here Where We Live Is Our Country: The Story of the Jewish Bund