Traveller

“Art demands what, to women, current civilisation won't give. There is for a Dostoyevsky writing against time on the corner of a crowded kitchen table a greater possibility of detachment than for a woman artist no matter how placed. Neither motherhood nor the more continuously exacting and indefinitely expansive responsibilities of even the simplest housekeeping can so effectively hamper her as the human demand, besieging her wherever she is, for an inclusive awareness, from which men, for good or ill, are exempt.”
― Dorothy M. Richardson

“Only a psychopath would ever think of doing these things, only a psychopath would dream of abusing other people in such a way, only a psychopath would treat people as less than human just for money. The shocking truth is, even though they now have most if not all of the money, they want still more, they want all of the money that you have left in your pockets, they want it all because they have no empathy with other people, with other creatures, they have no feeling for the world which they exploit, they have no love or sense of being or belonging for their souls are dead, dead to all things but greed and a desire to rule over others.”
― Arun D. Ellis, Corpalism

“Though we come and go, and pass into the shadows, where we leave behind us stories told — on paper, on the wings of butterflies, on the wind, on the hearts of others — there we are remembered, there we work magic and great change — passing on the fire like a torch — forever and forever. Till the sky falls, and all things are flawless and need no words at all.”
― Tanith Lee

“À la mémoire de Mamu, ma grand-mère,
Qui m’a laissé au cœur et aux poumons,
cette braise ronde de pur amour,
Que j’essaie de rallumer,
Avec mes pauvres moyens,
à chaque respiration.

In memory of Mamu, my grandmother,
Who left me in the heart and in the lungs,
this round ember of pure love,
That I try to rekindle,
With my poor means,
with each breath. ”
― Alain Damasio, La Horde du Contrevent