Akanksha

“Distorted realities have always been my cup of tea.”
― Virginia Woolf, Selected Diaries

“From the old wood came an ancient melancholy, somehow soothing to her, better than the harsh insentience of the outer world. She liked the inwardness of the remnant of forest, the unspeaking reticence of the old trees. They seemed a very power of silence, and yet a vital presence. They, too, were waiting: obstinately, stoically waiting, and giving off a potency of silence.”
― D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover

“It was the talk that mattered supremely: the impassioned exchange of talk. Love was only a minor accompaniment.”
― D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover

“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