“Writing is a form of personal freedom. It frees us from the mass identity we see in the making all around us. In the end, writers will write not to be outlaw heroes of some underculture but mainly to save themselves, to survive as individuals.”—Don Delillo (via corona-borealis)
Windows to the soul Look at me I can read you from the inside out. Innocent, old, lost I understand it all, So why can’t you? Do not pretend, for your body is transparent. You are not a wall Nor a suit of armor, You are you and it is beautiful. Wrinkles tell of age and things I can not fully empathize with. Wide open, I wish I saw the world as you do. There is humor in the depths of your eyes. There is life, I admire you
“In making work that’s about the body, playing with the indestructibility of life, where life is this ferocious force that keeps propelling us; at the same time, it’s also about how you can just pierce it and it dies.”—Kiki Smith
“Il en est des livres comme du feu de nos foyers; on va prendre ce feu chez son voisin, on l’allume chez soi, on le communique à d’autres, et il appartient à tous.
What we find in books is like the fire in our hearths. We fetch it from our neighbors, we kindle it at home, we communicate it to others, and it becomes the property of all.”—Voltaire, Lettres philosophiques (1733)