Angela

“Up to a certain hour, the day seemed endless to him, then, suddenly, like a drop of water that after having trembled a moment on the flower of a peach tree, falls suddenly, the day would shatter and die.”
― Ismail Kadare, Broken April

“The writing was becoming increasingly difficult, and soon it all seemed to be the most meaningless, empty, dishonest scrawl.”
― W. G. Sebald

“He painted the loneliness and the smell of the salt-laden cold, the eternity and agelessness of marshes, the wild, living creatures, dawn flights, and frightened things taking to the air, and winged shadows at night hiding from the moon.”
― Paul Gallico, The Snow Goose

“What a fine subject for tragedy would the injuries of this lady, and her behaviour under them, both with regard to her implacable friends and to her persecutor, make!”
― Samuel Richardson, Clarissa, or the History of a Young Lady - Volume 4