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“For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others... and this self having shed its attachments was free for the strangest adventures.”
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

“Ho l'illusione per un momento che qualcosa aderisca, acquisti peso, profondità, pienezza, sia completa. Così, per un momento, sembra la mia vita. Se fosse possibile, te la offrirei tutta intera. La staccherei dal ramo come si stacca un grappolo d'uva. Direi: "Prendila. È la mia vita". [...] Ma per farti capire, per consegnarti la mia vita, devo raccontarti una storia - e sono tante, così tante, le storie - storie di infanzia, storie di scuola, di amore, di matrimonio, di morte ecc. ecc. Nessuna è vera. Eppure, come bambini ci raccontiamo delle storie, e per adornarle inventiamo queste belle frasi, ridicole, sgargianti. Come sono stanco di storie, come sono stanco di frasi che escono così bene, con tanto di piedi per terra! E come non mi fido di quei bei progetti di vita, così precisi, tracciati su un foglio di carta da lettere. Comincio a desiderare un linguaggio a parte, come quello degli innamorati, parole smozzicate, inarticolate, simili allo scalpiccio dei piedi sul selciato. Comincio a cercare un progetto che si accordi meglio con i momenti di umiliazione e di vittoria che innegabilmente di quando in quando capitano a tutti.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“It hurts to love. It's like giving yourself to be flayed and knowing that at any moment the other person may just walk off with your skin.”
― Susan Sontag, Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963

“Yes, my consuming desire is to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, barroom regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all this is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always supposedly in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yes, God, I want to talk to everybody as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night...”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“As soon as you discover the truth it's already gone: the moment passed. I ask: what is it? Reply: it's not.”
― Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star

“Go ahead, deny up and down that the delicate act of turning the doorknob, that act which may transform everything, is done with the indifferent vigor of a daily reflex. See you later, sweetheart. Have a good day.

Tighten your fingers around a teaspoon, feel its metal pulse, its mistrustful warning. How it hurts to refuse a spoon, to say no to a door, to deny everything that habit has licked to a suitable smoothness. How much simpler to accept the easy request of the spoon, to use it, to stir the coffee.”
― Julio Cortázar, Cronopios and Famas

“There is hidden and always ready in woman the source; the locus for the other. The mother, too, is a metaphor. It is necessary and sufficient that the best of herself be given to woman by another woman for her to be able to love herself and return in love the body that was “born” to her. Touch me, caress me, you the living no-name, give me my self as myself.”
― Hélène Cixous, The Laugh of the Medusa

“Anche a me la poesia delle rocce nere sembrava bellissima; e mi struggevo d’invidia, per non averla scritta io. Era semplice: prati verdi, rocce nere, ne avevo visti tante volte anch’io, in montagna. E non m’era venuto in testa che si potesse farne niente: li avevo guardati, e basta. Le poesie erano dunque cosí: semplici, fatte di niente; fatte delle cose che si guardavano. Mi guardavo intorno con occhi attenti: cercavo cose che potessero assomigliare a quelle rocce nere, a quei prati verdi, e che questa volta non mi sarei lasciata portar via da nessuno.”
― Natalia Ginzburg, Lessico famigliare

“The prison therefore functions ideologically as an abstract site into which undesirables are deposited, relieving us of the responsibility of thinking about the real issues afflicting those communities from which prisoners are drawn in such disproportionate numbers. This is the ideological work that the prison performs—it relieves us of the responsibility of seriously engaging with the problems of our society, especially those produced by racism and, increasingly, global capitalism.”
― Angela Y. Davis, Are Prisons Obsolete?

“Imagine an eye unruled by man-made laws of perspective, an eye unprejudiced by compositional logic, an eye which does not respond to the name of everything but which must know each object encountered in life through an adventure of perception. How many colors are there in a field of grass to the crawling baby unaware of 'Green'? How many rainbows can light create for the untutored eye? How aware of variations in heat waves can that eye be? Imagine a world alive with incomprehensible objects and shimmering with an endless variety of movement and innumerable gradations of color. Imagine a world before the 'beginning was the word.”
― Stan Brakhage, Metaphors on Vision

“Even if we die, if we have to become monsters and everyone hates us, we have to read the book because it will teach us how to avoid the alligator’s jaws, the wolves who wait in the forest, the huge snakes, and how to become birds.”
― Kathy Acker, Blood and Guts in High School

“Ci hanno mescolato le anime e ormai abbiamo tutti gli stessi pensieri. Noi aspettiamo ma niente ci aspetta, né un’astronave né un destino.

Se adesso cominciasse a piovere ti bagneresti, se questa notte farà freddo la tua gola ne soffrirà, se torni indietro a piedi nel buio dovrai farti coraggio, se continui a vagare sarai sempre più sfatto. Ogni fenomeno è in sé sereno. Chiama le cose perché restino con te fino all’ultimo.”
― Gianni Celati, Verso la foce

“The revival of magical beliefs is possible today because it no longer represents a social threat. The mechanization of the body is so constitutive of the individual that, at least in industrialized countries, giving space to the belief in occult forces does not jeopardize the regularity of social behavior. Astrology too can be allowed to return, with the certainty that even the most devoted consumer of astral charts will automatically consult the watch before going to work.”
― Silvia Federici, Caliban and the Witch: Women, the Body and Primitive Accumulation

“Love needs no protection; it is its own protection. So long as love begets life no child is deserted, or hungry, or famished for the want of affection. I know this to be true.”
― Emma Goldman, Marriage and Love

“I was not the woman who breaks into pieces under the blows of abandonment and absence, who goes mad, who dies. Only a few fragments had splintered off, for the rest I was well. I was whole, whole I would remain. To those who hurt me, I react giving back in kind. I am the queen of spades, I am the wasp that stings, I am the dark serpent. I am the invulnerable animal who passes through fire and is not burned.”
― Elena Ferrante, The Days of Abandonment