They have stopped deceiving you, not loving you. And it seems to
you that they have stopped loving you.
— Antonio Porchia, from Voices, transl. by W.S. Merwin (Copper Canyon Press, 2003)
Do you ever feel words have gone dry and dull in your mind? Your mind like a sponge in the dust? You squeeze it and nothing comes?
— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West, The letters of Virginia Woolf, Volume 3 (Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1975)