- "your heart requires moonlight." — virginia woolf
- "... she was a perfect recluse; and, apparently, perfectly contented." — emily bronte, wuthering heights
- "how much better is the silence; the coffee-cup, the table. how much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee-cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself." — virginia woolf
- "i made an effort to develop a mind of winter." — teju cole, open city
- "i treated art as the supreme reality and life as a mere mode of fiction." — oscar wilde, de profundis
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