Virginia Woolf, from The Waves
Virginia Woolf, in a letter to Violet Dickinson, September 1907
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Marguerite Duras, from The Easy Life
Text ID: I was no one, I had neither name nor face. Moving through August, I was: nothing.
Jennifer Chang, from “Dialogues (Against Literature)”
Most experiences are unsayable; they become real to us in a space no word has entered.
Rainer Maria Rilke, from Letters to a Young Poet (tr. Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)