“But I love such days—rare lonely days. I love above all things, my dear, to be alone.”

— Katherine Mansfield, in a letter to J.M. Murry, from The Letters of Katherine Mansfield

I was my own woman.

Sylvia Plath, from “The Bell Jar”

Hiroshima, Mon Amour (1959), dir. Alain Resnais

"I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?"

— Ernest Hemingway

[...] she belonged to the spirit world, a world of fantasy and ghosts.

Daphne du Maurier, Sunless Solstice: Strange Christmas Tales for the Longest Nights; from ‘The Apple Tree’, ed. Lucy Evans & Tanya Kirk

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“At the bottom of her heart, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like shipwrecked sailors, she turned despairing eyes upon the solitude of her life, seeking afar off some white sail in the mists of the horizon. She did not know what this chance would be, what wind would bring it her, towards what shore it would drive her, if it would be a shallop or a three-decker, laden with anguish or full of bliss to the portholes. But each morning, as she awoke, she hoped it would come that day; she listened to every sound, sprang up with a start, wondered that it did not come; then at sunset, always more saddened, she longed for the morrow.”

— Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

Snow is covering us. Close your eyes and sleep. Close your eyes and dream. This is one story. There will be another.

Jeanette Winterson, from The Stone Gods

"Night Moths" by William Baxter Closson

I dream. Sometimes I think that’s the only right thing to do. To dream, to live in the world of dreams. But it doesn’t last forever. Wakefulness always comes to take me back.

Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart, 1999

“…How much do I wish angelic possession and not a boyfriend.”

— Alice Notley, “Prophet’s Job,” Mysteries of Small Houses