Luna

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“The books we need are of the kind that act upon us like a misfortune, that makes us suffer like the death of someone we love more than ourselves, that make us feel as though we were on the verge of suicide, lost in a forest remote from all human habitation.”
― Franz Kafka, The Trial

“I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more”
― Franz Kafka, The Castle

“She give me honey to make my voice sweet, but there never were a sweetness in me. I prefer a taste of rot.”
― Susann Cokal, The Kingdom of Little Wounds