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Virginia Woolf, in a letter to Violet Dickinson, September 1907

I have calmed down; I lay in the woods with a headache and kept turning my head in the grass with the pain; today it is better, but my self-control is no greater than it was before; when dealing with myself I am powerless.

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written c. September 1913

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Jenny Hval, from Girls Against God

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She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening. She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man's land between life and death, sleeping and waking.

Angela Carter, The Lady of the House of Love

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J.L. Carr, a month in the country

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Sylvia Plath, in a letter to Edward Cohen dated 11th September 1950; featured in The Letters of Sylvia Plath: vol. I: 1940 1956

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Julia de Burgos, from “Autumn Psalm” in Song of the Simple Truth: Poems

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Emily Dickinson, The Letters of Emily Dickinson

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The rain started while we sat in the kitchen, and we left the kitchen door open so we could watch the rain slanting past the doorway and washing the garden; Constance was pleased, the way any good gardener is pleased with rain.

Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle

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The rain has finally started... The drops hitting the tile roof sound comforting, and already the air feels cleaner, lighter, as the humidity is washed out of it.

— Lisa See, Lady Tan's Circle of Women, A Novel (Simon & Schuster, June 6, 2023)