Keaton

“Holding someone's hand was always my idea of joy. Often before falling asleep - in that small struggle not to lose consciousness and enter the greater world - often, before having the courage to go toward the greatness of sleep, I pretend that someone is holding my hand and I go, go toward the enormous absence of form that is sleep. And when even then I can't find the courage, then I dream.”
― Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G.H.

“He directed her attention to another question: "When I speak to you in your language, what happens to mine? Does my language continue to speak, but in silence?”
― Abdelkebir Khatibi, Love in Two Languages

“I want the following word: splendor, splendor is fruit in all its succulence, fruit without sadness. I want vast distances. My savage intuition of myself.”
― Clarice Lispector, The Stream of Life

“..this feeling haunts and inhabits me, like a sickness. it covers me, like skin.”
― Sarah Waters, Fingersmith