Deconstructing Marie

“And I watch my words from a long way off.
They are more yours than mine.
They climb on my old suffering like ivy.

It climbs the same way on damp walls.
You are to blame for this cruel sport.
They are fleeing from my dark lair.
You fill everything, you fill everything.

Before you they peopled the solitude that you occupy,
and they are more used to my sadness than you are.

Now I want them to say what I want to say to you
to make you hear as I want you to hear me.”
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

“The little girl on the plane
Who turned her doll's head around
To look at me.”
― J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey

“The first of the
line is tied to a tree and the last is being eaten by the ants .”
― Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

“That's what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.”
― Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things