We wait, all, for a story of us that shall reach to where we are. We listen for our own speaking; and we hear much that seems our speaking, yet makes us strange to ourselves.
Laura RidingWe live on the circumference of a hollow circle. We draw the circumference, like spiders, out of ourselves: it is all criticism of criticism.
Laura RidingI believe that misconceptions about oneself that one does not correct where possible act as a bad magic.
Laura Riding