I set fire to the rain and I threw us into the flames. When it fell,
something died ’cause I knew that that was the last time, the last time.
"This book, when I am dead, will be
A little faint perfume of me.
People who knew me well will say,
She really used to think that way."
Edna St. Vincent Millay, Collected Poems (via booksquoteslove)
Yup, that ought to do it.
"Fiction’s about what it is to be a human being."