Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries. — Theodore Roethke, Theodore Roethke, Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke, 1943-63. (Copper Canyon Press November 1, 2006)
The cosmos unravels from my mouth, all fullness, all vacancy. —Margaret Atwood, from “Half-hanged Mary,” Morning in the Burned House. (Mariner Books; Reprint edition September 16, 1996)
This is why we desire so often to die, when we write, in order to see everything in a flash, and at least once shatter the spine of time with only one pencil stroke. — Hélène Cixous, Stigmata: Escaping Texts. (Routledge November 12, 1998)
You may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us —Sappho, from If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho. Translated by Anne Carson. (Virago Press Ltd November 6, 2003) C. -600 BCE.
About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she murmured, dreamily, half asleep, how we perished, each alone. — Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse. (Everyman’s Library; RE ISSUE edition November 3, 1992) Originally published May 5th 1927.