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“She looked just like a painting dying to speak.”

— Aeschylus

“This time when she picked up her paints, she didn’t think, she just painted. It was like opening the door onto a storm. The…

— Michelle Frost

“she would have to tell the story of this afternoon to herself over and over until she could make a different shape from it…

— Helen Dunmore

“she heard some voice saying she couldn't paint, saying she couldn't create, as if she were caught up in one of those habitual currents…

— Virginia Woolf

“She had learnt a painful lesson, she thought – that as they die, the ones we love, we lose our witnesses, our watchers, those…

— Anne Rice

“She says that she held on to the memory as if it were a touchstone, something that could anchor her. She knows, has always…

— Madeleine Thien

“She was a clay pot, and she’d been broken in pieces. There used to be something inside her, and now that it had spilled…

— Pasi Ilmari Jääskeläinen

“Her eyes held my grief, and her body gathered in my pain and knit it into herself as if she were an old marsh…

— Kim Echlin

“In the beginning, she had hauted me, haunted my dreams, but even now, just weeks later, she was slipping away, falling apart in my…

— John Green

“She'd opened the front cover and fallen inside the wonderful, frightening, magical illustrations. She'd wondered what it must feel like to escape the rigid…

— Kate Morton

“She sat up, cheeks flushed and golden hair tousled. She was so beautiful that it made my soul ache. I always wished desperately that…

— Richelle Mead

“Being dead filled her beyond fulfillment. Like a fruit suffused with its own mystery and sweetness, she was filled with her vast death, which…

— Rainer Maria Rilke