Iris

“Some humans theorize that intelligent species go extinct before they can expand into outer space. If they're correct, then the hush of the night sky is the silence of the graveyard.”
― Ted Chiang, The Great Silence

“There was a period-- or at least you hoped there was-- with every painting or project when the life of that painting became more real to you than your everyday life, when you sat wherever you were and thought only of returning to the studio, when you were barely conscious that you had tapped out a hill of salt onto the dinner table and in it were drawing your plots and patterns and plans, the white grains moving under your fingertip like silt.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“Where do you wander, where do you search for this petal that grows from the stone in your chest?”
― Sally Wen Mao, Oculus: Poems

“The world might indeed be a cursed circle; the snake swallowed its tail and there could be no end, only an eternal ruination and endless devouring.”
― Silvia Moreno-Garcia, Mexican Gothic