“I read the way a person might swim, to save his or her life. I wrote that way too.”— Mary Oliver
“I have my own medicine against loneliness reaching the degree of despair: I read. I read as one swims to shore - when reading anything, I am not there, and therefore not alone; I am somewhere else, in the book with those people… Also when writing because then too, I am not there, not me, not this special mass of blood and flesh with all its tedious problems; I am a conveyor, a tool, I am living in the lives I am making. Beyond theses medicines, I have nothing.”
The selected letters of Martha Gellhorn
“I write as if to save somebody’s life. Probably my own. Life is a kind of madness that death makes. Long live the dead because we live in them. Suddenly things no longer need to make sense. I’m satisfied with being. Are you? Certainly you are.”
Clarice Lispector, from A Breath of Life
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