Declan

“What are a friend's books for if not to be borrowed?”
― Tom Stoppard, Arcadia

“Why then did she do it? She looked at the canvas, lightly scored with running lines. It would be hung in the servants' bedrooms. It would be rolled up and stuffed under a sofa. What was the good of doing it then, and she heard some voice saying she couldn't paint, saying she couldn't create, as if she were caught up in one of those habitual currents in which after a certain time experience forms in the mind, so that one repeats words without being aware any longer who originally spoke them.”
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

“My life is a reading list.”
― John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany