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Sylvia Townsend Warner
9th November 1969
Then, no more
Catherine Deneuve
8th November 1969
When a shot goes badly, I feel like a useless object
Vladimir Nabokov
7th November 1964
An impossible scene in the real past
Sir Alec Guinness
6th November 1995
We puny mortals
Nina Kosterina
5th November 1941
The days are full of anxious expectation
Herman Melville
4th November 1849
Then a sailor, now H. M. author
Jean Guéhenno
3rd November 1942
The degradation machine is running
Frank Hurley
2nd November 1915
Practically all were intact
Louisa May Alcott
1st November 1868
I won’t marry Jo to Laurie to please any one
Richard Adams
31st October 1980
Hop tu naa!
Petr Ginz
30th October 1941
One bomb fell about ten feet from the train station
Liane de Pougy
29th October 1921
The dear old white bear saved me, that time
Christopher Isherwood
28th October 1962
I should like to see him forcibly shaved
Elton John
27th October 1969
WROTE ‘YOUR SONG’
Lou Andreas-Salomé
26th October 1912
Beginning of Classes
James Webb Young
25th October 1942
Sunlight can only be pictured with shadows
Raphael Soyer
24th October 1967
Art is local
Caroline Fox
23rd October 1848
A wet day and all its luxuries
Zygmunt Klukowski
22nd October 1942
It is almost impossible to comprehend
Simon Gray
21st October 2001
So here I am, two hours into my sixty-sixth year
Wallace Stevens
20th October 1903
Ambition and energy keep a man young
George Templeton Strong
19th October 1856
The greatest crime on the largest scale known in modern history
Josep Pla
18th October 1918
The crying could be heard from the street
George Washington
17th October 1781
Hostilities were suspended for the Night
Bill Hayes
16th October 2013
I am glad to be on planet Earth with you
Virginia Woolf
15th October 1930
I need solitude. I need space. I need air.
E. J. Kahn Jr.
14th October 1987
I can’t remember his name
Anne Lister
13th October 1824
When in my hand thy pulse is prest, I feel it alter mine
André Gide
12th October 1940
In the multitude I become bewildered
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
11th October 1831
My love of solitude is growing with my growth
Martha Ballard
10th October 1794
A Midwife’s Tale
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