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I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still.
– Sylvia Plath (via wakingscarred)
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It was as if that great rush of anger had washed me clean, emptied me of hope,...
– The Stranger by Albert Camus (via aeloquence)
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Give me a man or woman who has read a thousand books and you give me an...
– Anne Rice, The Witching Hour (via enchants)
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I feel sad for humans. Humans go only where it is permission. In the sea there...
– Karen Hesse, The Music of Dolphins
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Her attitude was that of some one who wishes to be concealed as much as possible...
– Virginia Woolf, Night And Day (via enchants)
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