“But everyone remembered; what she loved was this, here, now, in front of her; the fat lady in the cab. Did it… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“I could not count the times during the average day when something would come up that I needed to tell him. This… — Joan Didion Copy Share Image
Did it matter then, she asked herself, walking towards Bond Street, did it matter that she must inevitably cease completely? All this… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“It was a difficult ride for him. He had passed this way before, to bury John Root. The fair had begun with… — Erik Larson Copy Share Image
