“Quite collected at cocktail parties, meanwhile in my head I'm undergoing open-heart surgery.”— Anne Sexton, amazon.com
“Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.”— William Shakespeare, amazon.com
“He might have been encased in a thick glass bubble, so separate did he feel from his three dining companions. It was a sensation with which he was only too familiar, that of walking in a giant sphere of worry, enclosed by it, watching his own terrors roll by, obscuring the outside world.”— J.K Rowling, amazon.com
“The suspense: the fearful, acute suspense: of standing idly by while the life of one we dearly love, is trembling in the balance; the racking thoughts that crowd upon the mind, and make the heart beat violently, and the breath come thick, by the force of the images they conjure up before it; the des…”— Charles Dickens, amazon.com
“I sat down and tried to rest. I could not; though I had been on foot all day, I could not now repose an instant; I was too much excited. A phase of my life was closing tonight, a new one opening tomorrow: impossible to slumber in the interval; I must watch feverishly while the change was being accom…”— Charlotte Brontë, amazon.com
“But I can hardly sit still. I keep fidgeting, crossing one leg and then the other. I feel like I could throw off sparks, or break a window — maybe rearrange all the furniture.”— Raymond Carver, amazon.com
“Panic. You open your mouth. Open it so wide your jaws creak. You order your lungs to draw air, NOW, you need air, need it NOW. But your airways ignore you. They collapse, tighten, squeeze, and suddenly you’re breathing through a drinking straw. Your mouth closes and your lips purse and all you can m…”— Khaled Hosseini, amazon.com
“On December 31st of 1958 Lila had her first episode of dissolving margins. The term isn’t mine, she always used it. She said that on those occasions the outlines of people and things suddenly dissolved, disappeared. That night, on the terrace where we were celebrating the arrival of 1959, when she w…”— Elena Ferrante, amazon.com
“I feel my slippery self eluding me, gliding into deeper and darker waters than I care to probe.”— Vladimir Nabokov, amazon.com