Quote by Anne Charnock

“She was a prism through with sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum”

— Jonathan Safran Foer

“they filled her with the most astonishing sensation of synthesis-as though all the most disparate elements of her biography were at last knitting together.…

— Elizabeth Gilbert

“She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances.”

— Jonathan Safran Foer

“She was taking a round of medications, a mystical wheel, the ritualistic design of the hours and days in tablets and capsules, in colors,…

— Don DeLillo

“Her mind was like her room, in which lights advanced and retreated, came pirouetting and stepping delicately, spread their tails, pecked their way; and…

— Virginia Woolf

“With what characters she had filled this lost stage of emptiness! It was here that she would see the people of her imagination, the…

— Mervyn Peake

“(She) could have read for hours, except that recently she had discovered holes and crevices between the words which she immediately had to fill…

— Gerhard Amanshauser

“This was like the Rubik's Cube of life. One big glob of scattered, multicolored possibilities she had to sort out and line up in…

— Dakota Cassidy

“In her dream each of the people assembled around her looked like several others, whom she recognized, only they weren't gradually transformed from one…

— Vera Linhartová

“Her fingers found a random second stud and she was catapulted through the static wall, into cluttered vastness, the notional void of cyberspace, the…

— William Gibson

“The room was dark. Nina Fawcett sat on one side of a table; on the other was a woman peering into a crystal ball.…

— David Grann

“She was awake, alive, full of ideas like branches in a greenhouse, growing thick and rife against the glass.”

— Carolina De Robertis