Rood Weeskind

“I think you lost all interest in this world. You were disappointed and discouraged, and lost interest in everything. So you abandoned your physical body. You went to a world apart and you’re living a different kind of life there. In a world inside you.”

“And you tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more. Tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake… You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that. And if he wants to leave, then let him leave. You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.”

“The night was deserted, the moon waning, earth smelled of the last rain. I whispered: memory hurts wherever you touch it,”

“There is nothing I can do nothing you can do what can the wound do with the knife on the way to it?”

“I am the oldest capital of sadness…”

“Death underlies every living gesture. We are born dead, we live dead, and we enter death already dead. Composed of living cells and in a state of permanent dissolution, we are made of death.”

“I saw all the mirrors on earth and none of them reflected me.”