“most days i am a museum of things i want to forget.”
— E.E. Scott, Every Day I Am Trying New Techniques To Make Myself Disappear, published in Shabby Doll House
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My heart has returned and I am determined to love again.
Susie Anderson, Orchard, published in Shabby Doll House
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“If I were to single out a word to describe her, it would be radiant.”
— Wilbury Crockett, on Sylvia Plath, featured in “American Isis: The Life and Art of Sylvia Plath,”
“It is a great art: to love and keep still.”
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Anna Kamienska, from a diary entry featured in “In That Great River: A Notebook,”
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I must be my own continuity. I have to keep on spinning it out of myself, in my life and throughout my character.
Anne Truitt, from a journal entry featured in “Turn: The Journal of an Artist,”
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“Everything that is strong hurts. I like to feel the strength of life, its dark violences, its instincts, its climaxes.”
— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Linotte: The Early Diary Of Anaïs Nin (1914-1920
“I am moving it seems—more and more toward a kind of aloneness—not because I wish it but because there seems no other way.”
— Georgia O’Keeffe, in a letter to Jean Toomer, featured in Georgia O’Keeffe: A Life
“Shit! That’s all I can say. Just shit. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing with my life anymore. What a mess…I live in horrors of doubt.”
— Anne Sexton, from a letter to W. D. Snodgrass featured in A Self-Portrait in Letters
“Reality is not entirely real to me, and that is why I can’t get down to doing things, fail to appreciate their true importance and significance. Reality does fascinate me, although only from behind my desk, not in the living and the doing.”
— Etty Hillesum, fom a diary entry featured in An Interrupted Life: the Diaries, 1941-1943 and Letters from Westerbork
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“I wonder if you know how much finer life has seemed to me through knowing you — a little — maybe more than a little —”
— Georgia O’Keeffe, from a letter to Alfred Stieglitz featured in My Faraway One: Selected Letters of Georgia O'Keeffe and Alfred Stieglitz: Volume One, 1915-1933
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