Julia

“... so in that moment all the flowers in our garden and in M. Swann's park, and the water-lilies on the Vivonne and the good folk of the village and their little dwellings and the parish church and the whole of Combray and of its surroundings, taking their proper shapes and growing solid, sprang into being, town and gardens alike, from my cup of tea.”
― Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way

“I fear I will be ripped open and found unsightly.”
― anne sexton

“She'd been so stupid to once think that if she ended the Federation then she'd ended the hurting. War didn't end, not so cleanly - it just kept building up in little hurts that piled on one another until they exploded afresh into raw new wounds.”
― R.F. Kuang, The Burning God

“I am the shape you made me.
Filth teaches filth.”
― Sophokles