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Y aún cuando juré no volver a escribir por nadie, escribí para vos.
Charles Dickens, from “Great Expectations”
— 34 excuses for why we failed at love, Warsan Shire
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Violet Dickinson wr. c. October 1904
Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998
“Death is the mother of beauty.” “And what is beauty?” “Terror”
— Donna Tartt, The Secret History
Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf (January 21, 1926)
Kill Your Darlings (2013 film)
― Amal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone, This Is How You Lose the Time War
[text ID: I love you. I love you. I love you. I'll write it in waves. In skies. In my heart. You'll never see, but you will know. I'll be all the poets, I'll kill them all and take each one's place in turn, and every time love's written in all the strands it will be to you.]
Jane Austen — Pride and Prejudice