Siryne

“Quand je serai la longue chrysalide, pareille à ce mort inconnu fleuri de corolles jaunes et porté comme un arbre vers les bûchers, quand mon front sera de cire, ma chevelure sèche et noyée, mon corps une corne creuse où mugiront les tritons de la mort, quand mes doigts seront gantés de cuir mou, lorsque mes yeux seront de chaux, astéries torturées.”
― Gabrielle Wittkop, Chaque jour est un arbre qui tombe

“I would like to write a Book which would drive men mad, which would be like an open door leading them where they would never have consented to go, in short, a door that opens onto reality.”
― Antonin Artaud, Selected Writings

“I am dead because I lack desire,
I lack desire because I think I possess,
I think I possess because I do not try to give,
In trying to give, you see that you have nothing,
Seeing that you have nothing, you try to give of yourself,
Trying to give of yourself, you see that you are nothing,
Seeing that you are nothing, you desire to become,
In desiring to become, you begin to live.”
― Rene Daumal

“Everything was so quiet, as if the silence was listening.”
― Anna Kavan