Blueberries Quotes

“Sadness is not always a terrible illness. Sadness is, perhaps, the most honest response to living.”
― Ellena Savage, Blueberries: Essays Concerning Understanding

“...and the story as it plays out in my mind is that I became a writer (if that was what it was) when I started to realise that I wasn't loved and that maybe I never would be. I was nineteen and poetry was snaking out of me because I felt badly treated, or I was newly aware that I'd colluded in my self-annihilation and the love I had sought up until then was shit. I became a writer when I learned that I was a person and not just a figure inside another person's libidinal imagination - I am still not entirely that, though, a person; still part of my brain is lobotomised by the fantasy of glory and worthiness in libidinal abjection and I have to somehow live with that.”
― Ellena Savage, Blueberries: Essays Concerning Understanding

“When we say that a narrative is, or is not, someone’s ‘story to tell’, what we unwittingly suggest is that when the story is yours, as in it happened within time as you directly experience it, you are given some power over it. Is this the biggest betrayal of pop psychology via talk therapy? That in language a person can find sufficient tools to erect a life undisturbed by demons? Or the thought, even, that a person can comprehend what it is they have lived through.
- Survivors of all things, always trying to reconstruct the moment they survived through.
- Strange, though, that even as you narrate it, you get to the horror point, and you think, this time, it’ll go differently. But the film reel keeps playing through, all the way, and, whoosh: powerless.”
― Ellena Savage, Blueberries: Essays Concerning Understanding

“If there is always a question, and I believe there is, in this case it is this: where is home and what is freedom. The promise we accept is that freedom is the freedom to make ourselves anew, but in our hearts we are running home, running the right way round the roundabout, so is freedom the freedom to have a home even if home is a fenced-in square of lonely grass.”
― Ellena Savage, Blueberries: Essays Concerning Understanding

“All useless, according to the common sense of utility, yet all of them inspiring in me curiosity and the simplest delight. Delight in the fact that beautiful things made by people forty years ago sit around, bringing pleasure to a stranger in the now. It reminds
me of my duty, everyone's duty, to the future. My friends kids will need in twenty years to find crap like this at the markets so that they can feel held by the hands of past people's future dreams and not feel totally alone.”
― Ellena Savage, Blueberries: Essays Concerning Understanding

“Is 'self-care' a neoliberal scam promoting individualistic coping strategies in the absence of broader social obligations or the possibility of radical structural change? (Well, yes, I say to myself as I slip into my fourth late-night bath of the week, thinking about
my next semester of unemployment.)”
― Ellena Savage, Blueberries: Essays Concerning Understanding

“-Even you had been holding it together,
-What entitled him to his tears?”
― Ellena Savage, Blueberries: Essays Concerning Understanding

“I need to manage the unmanageable, to contain, correct and formalise the world, because I need to survive it.”
― Ellena Savage, Blueberries: Essays Concerning Understanding

“a person asked me the question ‘how did you become a writer’, which I wasn’t sure I was, and the story as it plays out in my mind is that I became a writer (if that was what it was) when I started to realise that I wasn’t loved and that maybe I never would be:”
― Ellena Savage, Blueberries

“Forgiveness is the wrong aim. Acceptance, even, too humble. —Find, in those betrayals, the strength to exist.”
― Ellena Savage, Blueberries

“Sometimes I think it’s possible to live with anything. That we’re wired to survive-survive-survive, to grip onto the gnarliest thread until life is pried from our bones. Other times I think it’s not possible to live at all. Not at all.”
― Ellena Savage, Blueberries

“Though the 'complete' point of view, the omnipotent view, the view that insists it knows everything, strikes me as a fearful perspective. A fear of what silence might reveal.”
― Ellena Savage, Blueberries: Essays Concerning Understanding

“Writing in the first person is writing that admits that experience is always truncated. That perspective is necessarily incomplete. That it is not possible, not honest, to pretend otherwise.”
― Ellena Savage, Blueberries: Essays Concerning Understanding

“How do you live a catastrophe without turning to cliché?
(Shut your mouth and look sideways.)
(Or open your mouth and say the wrong thing.)”
― Ellena Savage, Blueberries: Essays Concerning Understanding

“If anything of me lives on after I am dead, I hope it will not be what I failed to get done. When I die, when it happens, please throw my MacBook into the ocean.”
― Ellena Savage, Blueberries: Essays Concerning Understanding

“Notes as unfinished business, unattended potential, the writing that is closest to life. Which is terrible. Fragments of potential, they attend to the fantasy that effort is not wasted. Like sowing seeds, but without that loving deliberation. A blind, unconscious hope that a fragment of a thought caught in a note might germinate in a natural way, without tending; that it might wiggle down to find a sip of water, catch a slice of sun through the specks of soil and erupt into the light.”
― Ellena Savage, Blueberries: Essays Concerning Understanding

“But then again, what is an interior life if not a chorus of invisible ghosts shouting at one another: parents and siblings and friends and lovers and teachers and enemies and masters and every novel newspaper celebrity and the dead, all of the dead.”
― Ellena Savage, Blueberries: Essays Concerning Understanding

“Everything then was rich with abundance. And everywhere was true danger.”
― Ellena Savage, Blueberries: Essays Concerning Understanding

“My writing, even my diary writing, was terrible. Not because I didn't know about sentences, or because I didn't have literary ambitions, but because I couldn't tell a truth. Insincerity, I now know, is the language of those who deny their interiority.”
― Ellena Savage, Blueberries: Essays Concerning Understanding

“When I am in the habit of writing every day, sometimes it feels that I am writing because writing is trying not to die. Or writing is trying not to become a hopeless alcoholic. This sounds melodramatic, for sure, and I say it only to suggest that sadness is not always a terrible illness. Sadness is, perhaps, the most honest response to living.”
― Ellena Savage, Blueberries: Essays Concerning Understanding

“Writing is the collision of thoughts with events, translated into a material form and then back again into the whisper of a feeling.”
― Ellena Savage, Blueberries: Essays Concerning Understanding