“We try, we struggle, all the time to find words to express our love. The quality, the quantity, certain that no two people have experienced it before in the history of creation. Perhaps Catherine and Heathcliff, perhaps Romeo and Juliet, maybe Tristan and Isolde, maybe Hero and Leander, but these are just characters, make-believe. We have known each other forever, since before conception even. We remember playing together in a playpen, crossing paths at FAO Schwarz. We remember meeting in front of the Holy Temple in the days before Christ, we remember greeting each other at the Forum, at the Parthenon, on passing ships as Christopher Columbus sailed to America. We have survived pogrom together, we have died in Dachau together, we have been lynched by the Ku Klux Klan together. There has been cancer, polio, the bubonic plague, consumption, morphine addiction. We have had children together, we have been children together, we were in the womb together. Our history is so deep and wide and long, we have known each other a million years. And we don’t know how to express this kind of love, this kind of feeling. I get paralyzed sometimes. One day, we are in the shower and I want to say to him, I could be submerged in sixty feet of water right now, never drowning, never even fearing drowning, knowing I would always be safe with you here, knowing that it would be ok to die as long as you are here. I want to say this but don’t.”
— Elizabeth Wurtzel (Prozac Nation)
I like cherries and cakes, books, little girls with chain saws, the psyche and being a hermit.
“I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on.”
— Elizabeth Wurtzel (Prozac Nation)
“Homesickness is just a state of mind for me. I’m always missing someone or some place or something, I’m always trying to get back tosome imaginary somewhere. My life has been one long longing.”
— Elizabeth Wurtzel (Prozac Nation)
“Dr. Armonson stitched up her wrist wounds. Withen 5 minutes of the transfusion he declared her out of danger. Chucking her under the chin, he said, “What are you doing here, honey? Your not even old enough to know how bad life gets.” And it was then Cecelia gave orally what was to be her only form of suicide note, and a useless one at that, because she was going to live: “Obviously, Doctor,” she said, “you’ve never been a 13 year old girl.”
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“Cold silence has the tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion between supposed lovers, between supposed brothers.”
— Tool (Schism)
“What we call ‘normal’ is a product of repression, denial, splitting, projection, introjection and other forms of destructive action on experience. It is radically estranged from the structure of being. The more one sees this, the more senseless it is to continue with generalized descriptions of supposedly specifically schizoid, schizophrenic, hysterical ‘mechanisms.’ There are forms of alienation that are relatively strange to statistically ‘normal’ forms of alienation. The ‘normally’ alienated person, by reason of the fact that he acts more or less like everyone else, is taken to be sane. Other forms of alienation that are out of step with the prevailing state of alienation are those that are labeled by the ‘formal’ majority as bad or mad.”
R. D Laing
“There is a great deal of pain in life and perhaps the only pain that can be avoided is the pain that comes from trying to avoid pain.”
—R.D Laing
Body Map II
“Yeah. It’s something that speaks to me. When you talk about somebody’s body map—an idea that I’ve been circling for a while—I think that we all have an invisible map. And at a certain point in your life, you can being to look and really see which places resonate with you, pull you in. You might have only been to a place one time; you might not have even been there at all, but it’s a place that gives you a physical response. And that’s something that I was going for with Scarlet’s Walk…”
—Tori Amos
