Bell

“Forgive me but I’m going to keep talking about me who am unknown to
myself, and as I write I’m a bit surprised because I discover I have a
destiny. Who hasn’t ever wondered: am I a monster or is this what it
means to be a person?”
― Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star

“We come out of darkness and return to darkness, with some experiences in between. But we don’t experience the beginning and the end, birth and death. We are not subjectively aware of them, they exist only in the world of objective events—and that’s that.”
― Thomas Mann, The Magic Mountain: First Edition

“Love loves to return, to bring back to the origin, to begin loving from the first instant, love wants to love everything,”
― Hélène Cixous, Hélène Cixous, Rootprints: Memory and Life Writing

“A writer is an odd thing. He’s a contradiction, and he makes no sense. Writing also means not speaking. Keeping silent. Screaming without sound. A writer is often quite restful; she listens a lot. She doesn’t speak much because it’s impossible to speak to someone about a book one has written, and especially about a book one is writing. It’s impossible. It’s the opposite of the cinema, the theater, and other performances. It’s the opposite of any kind of reading. It’s the hardest of all. It’s the worst. Because a book is the unknown, it’s night, it’s closed off, and that’s that. It’s the book that advances, grows, advances in directions one thought one had explored; that advances toward its own fate and the fate of its author, who is annihilated by its publication: her separation from it, the dream book, like the last-born child, always the best loved.”
― Marguerite Duras, Writing