Katrien Vilters

“That’s what it feels like when you touch me. Like millions of tiny universes being born and then dying in the space between your finger and my skin. Sometimes I forget.”
― Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You

“I stood listening to the night breeze rustle the leaves, and watched the bats flicker against the last light, and felt the sweeping melancholy of those who pass their days in the midst of insupportable beauty in the knowledge that one day they will die.”
― J.M. Coetzee

“Apologies do not make good bandages.”
― Clementine von Radics, As Often As Miracles

“That is what whores are for, after all; to put up with the ecstasies of the unlovely”
― J.M. Coetzee, Disgrace