Ксенія Шпак

“God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of "parties" with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Art never responds to the wish to make it democratic; it is not for everybody; it is only for those who are willing to undergo the effort needed to understand it.”
― Flannery O'Connor, Mystery and Manners: Occasional Prose

“I write because I don't know what I think until I read what I say.”
― Flannery O'Connor

“Ми здатні мислити тому, що в нас є слова. Без них ми позбудемося пам'яті, щоб озирати минуле, або уяви, щоб бачити проблиски майбутнього. Без слів ми назавжди будемо ув'язнені в тут і тепер.”
― Patricia Forde, The List