George Orwell, born Eric Arthur Blair,in Bengal. His father was a British official in the Indian civil service; his mother, of French extraction. He eventually changed from being a pillar of the British imperial establishment into a literary and political rebel. His book, Animal Farm, published in 1945, made him famous, but was overshadowed by his 1949 publication of Nineteen Eighty-Four (1984). He died of tuberculosis in a London hospital.
“I think I fell in love with her...But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they'll still love you, because they know you. I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she stopped walking. Under the moon, she stopped...She probably didn't even know I was there. But I'll always love her. All my life” ― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 8: Worlds' End
Pain, Parties, Work: Sylvia Plath in New York, Summer 1953
Ted Hughes & Sylvia Plath read “Dying is an art. Like everything else, I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I have a call.” ~Sylvia Plath