One should write only those books from whose absence one suffers. In short: the ones you want on your own desk.
Marina TsvetaevaMy desk, most loyal friend thank you. You've been with me on every road I've taken. My scar and my protection.
Marina TsvetaevaWhat is this gypsy passion for separation, this readiness to rush off when we've just met? My head rests in my hands as I realize, looking into the night that no one turning over our letters has yet understood how completely and how deeply faithless we are, which is to say: how true we are to ourselves.
Marina Tsvetaeva