It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop.
Vita Sackville-WestI just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. Oh my dear, I canโt be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly.You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I donโt love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defences. And I donโt really resent it.
Vita Sackville-West