Olga

“You may not believe in magic but something very strange is happening at this very moment. Your head has dissolved into thin air and I can see the rhododendrons through your stomach. It's not that you are dead or anything dramatic like that, it is simply that you are fading away and I can't even remember your name.”
― Leonora Carrington, The Hearing Trumpet

“I am not an intellectual, I write with my body. And what I write is a moist fog.”
― Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star

“I talk too much because I have been made so miserable by what you are keeping hushed.”
― Djuna Barnes, Nightwood

“For I must wander
On the deep sea bed
Showering pearls on dead men
Gathering shells
And sweeping the shadows of passing boats
With my falling hair
Across the sliding sands into the mouth of hell”
― Joyce Mansour, Torn Apart