April 2012
71 posts
“Once it happened, as I lay awake at night, that I suddenly spoke in verses, in verses so beautiful and strange that I did not venture to think of writing them down, and then in the morning they vanished; and yet they lay hidden within me like the hard kernel within an old brittle husk.”
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Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf, trans. Basil Creighton (via proustitute)
Actually love this author
