Women have sat indoors all these millions of years, so that by this time the very walls are permeated by their creative force, which has, indeed, so overcharged the capacity of bricks and mortar that it must needs harness itself to pens and brushes and business and politics. Virginia Woolf
Happy International Women's Day, from our bookshelf to yours.
I didn’t want to be a writer, but I became one. And now I have many readers, in many countries. I think that’s a miracle. So I think I have to be humble regarding this ability. I’m proud of it and I enjoy it, and it is strange to say it this way, but I respect it. Haruki Murakami
In an old house in Paris that was covered with vines, lived twelve little girls in two straight lines. from Madeline, by Ludwig Bemelmans
The wood of her casket
was patterned like the pews
of my childhood church.
The earth is a beautiful dress
and quite as a man whose house
holds empty beds.
Memory is a path tangled
as locks of hair entwined
between kiss-dreaming sleepers.
A lover’s voice singing is buried
in me, calcified, fused to my bones
in a language of echoes.
Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love. Claude Monet
I am the voice of many waters.
I am made of love. I never end.
I am a thick and dreadful darkness.
I fill the whole universe.
I am a sea of blood.
I am a holy mountain.
I am sweet as honey.
I am the oil of joy.
I am more precious than jewels.
I am the beginning and the end.
I am wonderfully and fearfully made.
I hold that a writer who does not passionately believe in the perfectibility of man has no dedication nor any membership in literature. John Steinbeck, born today