--Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes
There must be another life, she thought, sinking back into her chair, exasperated. Not in dreams; but here and now, in this room, with living people. She felt as if she were standing on the edge of a precipice with her hair blown back; she was about to grasp something that just evaded her. There must be another life, here and now, she repeated. This is too short, too broken. We know nothing, even about ourselves.
--Virginia Woolf, The Years
There were so many different ways to be beautiful.
--Michael Cunningham, A Home At The End Of The World