At the age of five, of six, at the age of seven, I used to begin weeping sometimes without warning, simply for the sake of weeping, my eyes open wide to the sun, to the flowers... I wanted to feel an immense grief inside me, and it came.
Violette Leduc
There's no sustenance in the past.
My mother never took my hand.
To find relief in what has been, we must make ourselves eternal.
I was afraid of having to present my big nose to strangers.
