“April was too lonely a month to spend alone. In April, everyone around me looked happy. People would throw their coats off and enjoy each other’s company in the sunshine—talking, playing catch, holding hands. But I was always by myself.”
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
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“I spent an hour looking at pots and carpets in the museums the other day, until the desire to describe them became like the desire for the lusts of the flesh.”
— Virginia Woolf, The Question of Things Happening: The Letters of Virginia Woolf, 1912-1922.
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