Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to Ernest Hemingway c. July 1941

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Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to Ernest Hemingway c. July 1941
“The need to go astray, to be destroyed, is an extremely private, distant, passionate, turbulent truth.”
— Georges Bataille
“It takes time to live. Like any work of art, life needs to be thought about.”
— Albert Camus, A Happy Death
Sylvia Plath, Letters of Sylvia Plath Vol. I: 1940-1956
John Steinbeck, East of Eden
Every day I unbury — I dig up. I find relics of myself in the sand that women made thousands of years ago.
By Virginia Woolf, from The Waves
And if at the end of healing there is nothing?
— Brenda Hillman, from "the cave," Loose Sugar
With me, the present is forever and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is life. And when it is gone it is dead. But you can’t start over with each new second. You have to judge by what is dead. It’s like quicksand… hopeless from the start. A story, a picture, can renew sensation a little, but not enough, not enough. Nothing is real except the present, and already, I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Some girl a hundred years ago lived as I do. And she is dead. I am the present, but I know I, too, will pass. The high moment, the burning flash, come and are gone, continuous quicksand. And I don’t want to die.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals