I want to make you feel so fucking happy that you forget every bit of sad in you
— Nahilliam Truspear (via
Madness is like intelligence, you know. You can’t explain it. Just like intelligence. It comes on you, it fills you, and then you understand it. But when it goes away you can’t understand it at all any longer.
Marguerite Duras, from
Hiroshima, Mon Amour