Edward D

“Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.”
― Daphne Du Maurier, Rebecca

“She could marry this man, she knew, and still be captain of her soul.”
― Peter Carey, Oscar and Lucinda

“London, the crouching monster, like every other monster has to breathe, and breathe it does in its own obscure, malignant way. Its vital oxygen is composed of suburban working men and women of all kinds, who every morning are sucked up through an infinitely complicated respiratory apparatus of trains and termini into the mighty congested lungs, held there for a number of hours, and then, in the evening, exhaled violently through the same channels.”
― Patrick Hamilton, The Slaves of Solitude

“The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.”
― Omar Khayyám