‘The grief trumpets its triumph. It is raving. It craves violence for expression, but can find none. There is no end. The drowning never ceases. The water submerges and blends, but I am not dead. O I am not dead. I am under the sea. The entire sea is on top of me.’

– Elizabeth Smart, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept

‘The bed is cold and jealousy is cruel as the grave.’

– Elizabeth Smart, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept

‘Farther off from the centre of the world, of all worlds, I might be better fooled, but can I see the light of a match while burning in the arms of the sun?’

– Elizabeth Smart, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept