Rashi

“What a fine weather today! Can’t choose whether to drink tea or to hang myself.”
― A.P. Chekhov

“The breeze rustled the leaves, creating a soothing and understated symphony that made it more conducive to napping than studying.”
― Farah Bashir, Rumours of Spring: A Girlhood in Kashmir

“Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.”
― E.L. Doctorow, Writers At Work: The Paris Review Interviews, 2nd Series

“There isn't time, so brief is life, for bickerings, apologies, heartburnings, callings to account. There is only time for loving, and but an instant, so to speak, for that.”
― Mark Twain