Let me remember how it used to be, and bring one morning back again.
There was no past, no future; merely the moment in its ring of light, and our bodies; and the inevitable climax, the ecstasy.
Virginia Woolf, from The Waves  (via violentwavesofemotion)

If I die first, and I almost certainly will, you will be my sole heir. There’s not much in the kitty, except a set of ivory-backed hairbrushes and my library of romantic poetry, but when the time comes, these will be yours. Along with whatever we haven’t already spent on whores and whiskey.

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I no longer need them. I am indifferent to them. There’s something hard in me, crystalline, a kernel of glass.
Margaret Atwood, from Cat’s Eye (via violentwavesofemotion)
Knowing too much about other people puts you in their power, they have a claim on you, you are forced to understand their reasons for doing things and then you are weakened.
Margaret Atwood, from Cat’s Eye (via violentwavesofemotion)
I’ve forgotten things, I’ve forgotten that I’ve forgotten them.
Margaret Atwood, from Cat’s Eye (via violentwavesofemotion)