Polly March

“A story, I had learned, through my own constant knitting and reknitting of remembered words, can lead us back to ourselves, to our lost innocence, and in the shadow it casts over our present world, we begin to understand what we only intuited in our naivété - that while all else may vanish, love is our one eternity. It reflects itself in joy and grief, in my fathers sudden knowledge that he would not live to protect me, and in his determination to leave behind a part of himself - his spirit, his humanity - to illuminate my path, give light to my darkened world. He carved his silhouette in the memory of the sky for me to return to again and again.”
― Vaddey Ratner, In the Shadow of the Banyan

“It’s now six a.m. and I’m smoking. Oh yeah, Tracey: it’s all going so fucking well. The lonely princess. Carbon monoxide is feeding my soul.”
― Tracey Emin, Strangeland

“A mad desire to be more human, to be more normal, that’s what pushes me, these days – but as someone said the other day. "Trace, you’re going to have to face facts. You and normal, parted a long, long time ago.”
― Tracey Emin, Strangeland

“Strangely enough, you’ll find the less sex a person has, the less they masturbate. I have a close friend who assures me she has only masturbated five times in her life. Of course, there is the theory that she doesn’t have a vagina. Then again, I know for a fact that most of her daily life, including her work, is wrapped up in fantasy. Leaving her eyes crystal clear.”
― Tracey Emin, Strangeland