"Scientists haven’t discovered it yet," she whispers, "but the human nerve system — which is basically our soul — is very similar to a violin string, cause when you hear strings it’s like you get all mushy. It’s not a coincidence it has the same effect on everybody."
Nothing is real except the present, and already, I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Some girl a hundred years ago once lived as I do. And she is dead. I am the present, but I know I, too, will pass. The high moment, the burning flash, come and are gone, continuous quicksand. And I don’t want to die.
—Sylvia Plath (via theunquotables)
And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.
—Sylvia Plath (via quotes-shape-us)
Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch