"Such are the visions which proffer great cornucopias full of fruit to the solitary traveller, or murmur in his ear like sirens lolloping away on the green sea waves, or are dashed in his face like bunches of roses, or rise to the surface like pale faces which fishermen flounder through floods to embrace."
-Virginia Woolf
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
more thoughts
"We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams." — Roald Dahl
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