Silvina Ocampo

I write so that other people can discover what they should love, and sometimes so they discover what I love.

What will be left of us in this world? Sentences instead of voices, sentences instead of photographs

Writing is a luxury or, with luck, a rainbow of colors. It is my lifesaver when the water of the river or the sea tries to drag me under. When you want to die you fall in love with yourself, you look for something touching that will save you. I write to be happy or to give happiness. I, who am unhappy for no reason, want to explain myself, to rejoice, to forget, to find something others might find in Ovid in my unhappiness or in my other self.