“Sometimes I could put myself to sleep saying that over and over until after the honeysuckle got all mixed up in it… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
…I seemed to be lying neither asleep nor awake looking down a long corridor of gray half light where all stable things… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
I have written only what I have thought through, felt through and suffered through. — Vasily Grossman Copy Share Image
