I am sorry.. Can only say time accelerated and skidded…. When my correspondents reproach me for tardiness, I can only say that I give as much attention to a letter as I do to anything I write, and I work at least six and sometimes sixteen hours a day. – William S. Burroughs, letter to Mother and Dad, 1959

We lay aside letters never to read them again, and at last we destroy them out of discretion, and so disappears the most beautiful, the most immediate breath of life, irrecoverable for ourselves and for others. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

I wonder if Eve could write letters in Paradise! But, poor Eve, she had no one to write to – no one to whom to tell what Eden was, no beloved child to whom her love traveled through any or all space. Poor Eve! – Catharine M. Sedgwick