Miriam

“Sleep, those little slices of death — how I loathe them.”
― Edgar Allan Poe

“For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others... and this self having shed its attachments was free for the strangest adventures.”
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

“Nothing can happen more beautiful than death. ”
― Walt Whitman

“I'm quite illiterate, but I read a lot. ”
― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye