pas de pluie pas de fleurs

“Deep inside, she knew who she was, and that person was smart and kind and often even funny, but somehow her personality always got lost somewhere between her heart and her mouth, and she found herself saying the wrong thing or, more often, nothing at all.”

“I feel like I’m not even a person yet.”

“Trotz all den Hallelujas hier keinem was heilig mehr.”

“I am a cage, in search of a bird.”

“Writers end up writing about their obsessions. Things that haunt them; things they can’t forget; stories they carry in their bodies waiting to be released”

Deine Beute ist deine Last. Komm, wehr’ dich nicht mehr. Wein’ alle Tränen die du hast, aber wehr’ dich nicht mehr.

“…Things I hold most dear: music, nature, poetry, solitude.”

“I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.”

“There are no dangerous thoughts; thinking itself is a dangerous activity.”