Pernilla

“han ser skeppet glida in i den ovilliga framtiden, den skarpa kölen skära in i det motsträviga ödet, vingar bära honom in i det land, där allt vad han gör är förgäves, i de tomma och fåfänga dagarnas land långt borta från ödet...”
― Edith Södergran, Complete Poems

“This unsightly condition is only temporary. Don't be sad. Don't fear. I will place you somwhere where the fish and the birds can strip away all this broken flesh. It will soon be gone. Then you will be a handsome skull and handsome bones. I will put you in good order and you can rest in the Sunlight and Starlight.”
― Susanna Clarke, Piranesi

“Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?”
― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“And have I not told you that what you mistake for madness is but over-acuteness of the sense?”
― Edgar Allan Poe, The Tell-Tale Heart