Tabitha Ridlen

“Each one of us is alone in the world. He is shut in a tower of brass, and can communicate with his fellows only by signs, and the signs have no common value, so that their sense is vague and uncertain. We seek pitifully to convey to others the treasures of our heart, but they have not the power to accept them, and so we go lonely, side by side but not together, unable to know our fellows and unknown by them.”
― W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence

“«Es rarísimo que por un momento estemos aquí y al siguiente hayamos desaparecido. En un par de generaciones, a nadie le importará una mierda. No seremos más que unos gilipollas con ropas graciosas en fotografías descoloridas que un triste descendiente con demasiado tiempo libre saca del aparador para mirar de vez en cuando.”
― Irvine Welsh, Skagboys

“I don't think I'm essentially interested in children's books. I'm interested in writing, and in pictures. I'm interested in people and in children because they are people.”
― Margaret Wise Brown

“I think about death all the time, but only in a romantic, self-serving way, beginning, most often, with my tragic illness and ending with my funeral. I see my brother squatting beside my grave, so racked by guilt that he’s unable to stand. “If only I’d paid him back that twenty-five thousand dollars I borrowed,” he says. I see Hugh, drying his eyes on the sleeve of his suit jacket, then crying even harder when he remembers I bought it for him.”
― David Sedaris, When You Are Engulfed in Flames