Elisabet Bezek

“...the only way to happiness is to find people with whom you can eat, drink and laugh. That is everything”
― Janice Macleod, Paris Letters: A Travel Memoir about Art, Writing, and Finding Love in Paris

“No one can explain exactly what happens within us when the doors behind which our childhood terrors lurk are flung open.”
― W.G. Sebald, Austerlitz

“Mis refugios más bellos,/ los lugares que se adaptan mejor a los colores últimos de mi alma, / están hechos de todo lo que los otros olvidaron.”
― Olga Orozco

“I suppose it is submerged realities that give to dreams their curious air of hyper-reality. But perhaps there is something else as well, something nebulous, gauze-like, through which everything one sees in a dream seems, paradoxically, much clearer. A pond becomes a lake, a breeze becomes a storm, a handful of dust is a desert, a grain of sulphur in the blood is a volcanic inferno. What manner of theater is it, in which we are at once playwright, actor, stage manager, scene painter and audience?”
― W.G. Sebald, The Rings of Saturn