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I live in my dreams — that’s what you sense. Other people live in dreams, but not in their own.
That’s the difference.
— Herman Hesse
Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.
- W. B. Yeats
Writing is utter solitude,
the descent into the cold
abyss of oneself.
— Franz Kafka
I belong to quick, futile
moments of intense feeling. Yes, I
belong to moments.
― Virginia Woolf
© Henri Coudoux