Sahil Handa

“But she's extraordinarily attractive, he thought, as, walking across Trafalgar Square in the direction of the Haymarket, came a young woman who, as she passed Gordon's statue, seemed, Peter Walsh thought (susceptible as he was), to shed veil after veil, until she became the very woman he had always had in mind; young, but stately; merry, but discreet; black, but enchanting.”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

“What's a whore? She's like the guilty counterfeited coin Which whosoe're first stamps it brings in trouble all that receive it.”
― John Webster, The White Devil

“Music begins where the possibilities of language end”
― Jean Sibelius

“The last stroke of midnight dies.
All day in the one chair
From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have ranged
In rambling talk with an image of air:
Vague memories, nothing but memories.”
― W.B. Yeats, The Wild Swans at Coole