Stacie

“I cannot remember my past, my nose, or the colour of my eyes,
or what my general opinion of myself is. Only in moments
of emergency, at a crossing, at a kerb, the wish to preserve
my body springs out and seizes me and stops me , here, before
this omnibus. We insist, it seems, on living. Then again, indifference
descends.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“But when we sit together, close,’ said Bernard, ‘we melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist. We make an unsubstantial territory.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.”
― Mark Twain

“Exasperatingly, we're all pretty much restricted to learning what people are like with the permanent confound of our own presence, which is why those chance glimpses of someone you love just walking down the street can seem so precious.”
― Lionel Shriver, We Need to Talk About Kevin