Nitin Kumar

“Alone, I often fall down into nothingness. I must push my foot stealthily lest I should fall off the edge of the world into nothingness. I have to bang my head against some hard door to call myself back to the body.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“I touched her comb and took it out; her hair came flooding down like a wave, and her long black tresses quivered as they fell to her hips. I immediately ran my hand over it, and in it, and beneath it; I plunged my arm into it, and bathed my face in it, filled with sadness. Sometimes I would enjoy separating it into two, from behind, and then bringing it over her shoulder so as to hide her breasts; then I would bring all her hair together in a mesh, and pull it so that her head came back and her neck was thrown forward; she let me do what I wanted, like a dead woman.”
― Gustave Flaubert, Memoirs of a Madman and November

“This November there seems to be nothing to say.”
― Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters

“I have heard the languages of apocalypse, and now I shall embrace the silence.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman: Endless Nights