April 28, 2020

I wanted to travel up the river, get lost in all that green.
I wanted silence too, at the intimate edge of the river:
the edge of the womb, the divine shadow,
the skin, such turbulence of the soul. I want to see,
and touch, quickly, like a burn.
Before becoming blind

Richard Bohringer

like a mad-thing

March 21, 2020

She said: ‘I want you breathless. I want to hear your heartbeat racing like a mad-thing. I want to be the storm that enters you life through an open window in you soul.’

For me, life becomes real when I write it. What I don’t write is erased by the winds of oblivion. I forget a lot, my mind betrays me. I can’t recall places, names, dates, or faces, but I never forget a good story or a significant dream. Writing is a silent introspection, a journey to the dark caverns of memory and the soul. Fiction, like memory, moves from revelation to revelation.

Isabel Allende
Why I Write

altered as human beings

February 4, 2020

In films, we are voyeurs, but in novels, we have the experience of being someone else: knowing another person’s soul from the inside. No other art form does that. And this is why sometimes, when we put down a book, we find ourselves slightly altered as human beings. Novels change us from within.

Donna Tartt
Interview with Laurie Grassi for Chatelaine Book Club, 8th November 2013

My love for you is unconditional. Arse size has nothing to do with it – although that said, I take great pleasure in tugging down those short shorts, so tight they turn inside out as I do so. Bending you forward slightly, I’m able to practice my analingus technique, hoping one day I’ll finally achieve perfection. Your bum deserves that much at the very least…

It was at this point, she said:

“Don’t just kiss me, darling – suck the soul from my body!”

So I did…


December 23, 2019

Books have a soul, the soul of the person who wrote them and of those who read them and dream about them.

Carlos Ruiz Zafón
The Angel’s Game

between the trees

November 24, 2019

Her heart was a dark forest and her soul all the wild things dwelling between the trees…

so magical

October 15, 2019

There are some people so magical, that no matter how far away they are, you can feel their breathing in your soul.

secret colours

September 1, 2019

Draw me with your fingertips, lover, face and body too. Here, on my lips paint the colour of love. Without mercy, sketch me, revise me just for you, painting, of course, the secret colours hidden inside my heart. And with those same fingertips enclose and trap my soul –

keep everything

August 31, 2019

I possess pieces of you. I keep them under my skin against my soul. With other lovers, there was nothing, an emptiness. But from you I keep everything. Always I keep everything.