Saturday, October 7

"Nobody speaks to me. People fall in love with me, and annoy me and distress me and flatter me and excite me and - and all that sort of thing. But no one speaks to me. I sometimes think that no one can."
 - Edna St. Vincent Millay
violent waves of emotion

  • ". . . as I have said often enough, I write for myself in multiplicate,
    a not unfamiliar phenomenon on the horizon of shimmering deserts."
    - Vladimir Nabokov