Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple…
JK Rowling, Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.
Sylvia Plath (via creatingaquietmind)
I want to write a novel about silence. The things people don’t say.
Virginia Woolf (via tyra-marie)