Märta

“because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok—I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“I would disappear, only to come home reinvented. I would be unrecognizable upon my fleeting returns. This fantasy was realized, but not quite the way I had intended. In deciding to remake myself, I managed to avoid the fact that I would also, by definition, have to erase what self there was to begin with. I began to wonder, many years later, if total erasure had been my intent all along.”
― Marya Hornbacher, Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia

“I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.”
― Richard Siken

“You know, you could live a thousand lifetimes and not deserve him.”
― Suzanne Collins, Catching Fire