Ana

“The hurt is not intense when one is hardened to the cold.”
― Sylvia Plath, Mary Ventura and the Ninth Kingdom

“Writing is, rather, entering an immense cemetery where every tomb is waiting to be profaned. Writing is getting comfortable with everything that has already been written—great literature and commercial literature, if useful, the novel-essay and the screenplay—and in turn becoming, within the limits of one’s own dizzying, crowded individuality, something written. Writing is seizing everything that has already been written and gradually learning to spend that enormous fortune.”
― Elena Ferrante, In the Margins: On the Pleasures of Reading and Writing

“Nuestra vida son los ríos
que van a dar en la mar,
que es el morir”
― Jorge Manrique, Coplas a la muerte de su padre

“I exist.’ In thousands of agonies — I exist. I’m tormented on the rack — but I exist! Though I sit alone in a pillar — I exist! I see the sun, and if I don’t see the sun, I know it’s there. And there’s a whole life in that, in knowing that the sun is there.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov