The images in my head and heart. I know what they are. I do. They are a family album. It is possible to make family any way you like. […] Because writing gave me a place to go and be and grow when I wanted to give up.

Schrijven redt. Ik vermoed het, ik weet het, ik lees het.
Lezen ook.

Sometimes a mind is just born late, coming through waves on a slower journey. You were never, in the end, alone. Isn’t it a blessing, what becomes from inside the alone.

Marguerite Duras, Gertrude Stein, Emily Dickinson, H.D., Hélène Cixous, Jean Rhys, Adrienne Rich, Margaret Atwood, Doris Lessing, Jeanette Winterson, Toni Morrison, Leslie Marmon Silko, Anne Sexton, Sylvia Plath, Anne Carson, Virginia Woolf.

Boek als mokerslag.

I have to believe this, if this is possible, life is possible, work is, love is, anything is – in a way that not diminishes or debilitates but transforms and grows and is always in flux.

Ik lees zoveel Engels dat Nederlands verdwijnt als ik woorden typ.

[to be inserted] Wisdom is a mother fucker, laatste hoofdstuk uit The chronology of water.
[to be inserted] Dreaming in Women, 37e hoofdstuk.