Valerie

“She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated

“The act of metaphor then was a thrust at truth and a lie, depending where you were: inside, safe, or outside, lost.”
― Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49

“To rest was to receive all aspects of the world without judgement.”
― Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient

“It wasn’t just movies that couldn’t contain the full cast of characters — it was us. We had to winnow life down so we knew where to put our tenderness and attention; and that was a good, sweet thing. But together or alone, we were still embedded in a kaleidoscope, ruthlessly varied and continuous, until the end of the end. I knew I would forget this within the hour, and then remember, and forget, and remember. Each time I remembered it would be a tiny miracle, and forgetting was just as important — I had to believe in my own story.”
― Miranda July, It Chooses You