“She can paint a lovely picture, but this story has a twist. her paintbrush is a razor, and her canvas is her wrist.”
“She can paint a pretty picture but this story has a twist. The paintbrush is a razor and the canvas is her wrist.”
“We couldn't imagine the emptiness of a creature who put a razor to her wrists and opened her veins, the emptiness and the calm.”
“A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence.”
“There is, I am convinced, no picture that conveys in all its dreadfulness, a vision of sorrow, despairing, remediless, supreme. If I could paint such a picture, the canvas would show only a woman looking down at her empty arms.”
“Oh her deathbed, when her hands could no longer weave or paint or mold clay, she'd told stories and filled them with the colors she loved.”