I woke up from a nightmare, but it still seemed better than reality.
And when everyone's asleep, I lie awake thinking what went wrong. I do not weep, yet my mind plays a melancholic song. I drift away in hopes of dreams, yet they were here to stay with their agonizing screams.
— Mallory Pearson, The Heaviest Rain We Ever Had
2 April, 1937 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
— Marie Howe, Magdalene: “Walking Home”
Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Nikos Kazantzakis
Marcel Proust, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Marcel Proust
Martha Gellhorn, from a letter to Ernest Hemingway featured in The Selected Letters of Marth Gellhorn
— prtygal777
Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Nikos Kazantzakis