Alexandra

“I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow.”
― Hélène Cixous

“She was not a poet. She was a poem.”
― Deborah Levy, Swimming Home

“what is forged into memory tucks itself into bone and muscle. It will always be there and it will follow us to the grave.”
― Maaza Mengiste, The Shadow King

“There is something threatening about a woman who is not occupied with children. There is something at-loose-ends feeling about such a woman. What is she going to do instead? What sort of trouble will she make?”
― Sheila Heti, Motherhood