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“This second one, evidently a lefty, socked the administrator on the other ear. In response there was another roll of thunder in the sky, and rain poured down on the wooden roof of the toilet.”
― The Master and Margarita
― The Master and Margarita
“You should dream more, Mr Wormold. Reality in our century is not something to be faced.”
― Our Man in Havana
― Our Man in Havana
“This banter was Alleline’s one instrument of communication; it could be friendly or hostile, reproachful or congratulatory, but in the end it was like a constant tapping on the same spot.”
― Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy
― Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy
“You know what the Indians say. You saved my life, now you’ve got to—” “Yeah, yeah, some hippie made that up.”
― Inherent Vice
― Inherent Vice
“She rises up out of a sea of faces and embraces me, embraces me passionately—a thousand eyes, noses, fingers, legs, bottles, windows, purses, saucers all glaring at us and we in each other’s arm oblivious. I sit down beside her and she talks—a flood of talk. Wild consumptive notes of hysteria, perversion, leprosy. I hear not a word because she is beautiful and I love her and now I am happy and willing to die.”
― Tropic of Cancer
― Tropic of Cancer




















