Quasimodo: and suddenly it’s evening
January 13, 2021 at 9:15pm
Shelly: I shunned the face of man; all sound of joy or complacency was torture to me; solitude was my only consolation—deep, dark, deathlike solitude.
August 30, 2019 at 6:46pm
Moore: which is to say…
August 30, 2019 at 3:50pm
Hemingway: you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry
September 5, 2018 at 1:08am