Myself

Posted in Uncategorized on 01/04/2012 by Victoria Dickens

“I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself”

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Innuendo

Posted in Uncategorized on 12/25/2011 by Victoria Dickens

“Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you are near me as you are now. It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion”

Who are you?

Posted in Uncategorized on 10/15/2011 by Victoria Dickens

“Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? And can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless?”

Fellina’s lullaby

Posted in Uncategorized on 08/17/2011 by Victoria Dickens

“One day, a glazed look in her eyes, my mother said to me: ‘When you are in bed and you hear the barking of the dogs in the countryside, hide beneath your blanket, but do not deride what they do: they have an insatiable thirst for the infinite, as you, and I, and all other pale, long-faced human beings do”

Serendipity

Posted in Uncategorized on 06/04/2011 by Victoria Dickens

“As beautiful as the chance encounter of a sewing machine and an umbrella on an operating table”

Music

Posted in Uncategorized on 04/01/2011 by Victoria Dickens

“Better to be without logic than without feeling”

Hysteria (Pleasure II)

Posted in Uncategorized on 02/14/2011 by Victoria Dickens

“I have cultivated my hysteria with pleasure and terror”