Monday, 11 April 2011
I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ.
If she were a writer she would collect her pencils and notebooks and favourite cat and write in bed. Strangers and lovers would never get past the locked door.
Michael Ondaatje: The English Patient
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