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Patricia C. Wrede
“Sometimes I couldn't help thinking that the unluckiest thing about being the thirteenth child was having all those older brothers and sisters telling me what to do.”
― Patricia C. Wrede, The Far West

Marilynne Robinson
“She liked to hear people tell stories. The saddest ones were the best. She wondered if that meant anything at all.”
― Marilynne Robinson, Lila

Hanya Yanagihara
“As I grew older, I came to realize that death had been easy for my mother; to fear death, you must first have something to tether you to life. But she had not. It was as if she had been preparing for her death the entire time I knew her. One day she was alive; the next, not.

And as Sybil said, she was lucky. For what more could we presume to ask from death — but kindness?”
― Hanya Yanagihara, The People in the Trees

Michel Houellebecq
“La carne del mundo es sustituida por su imagen numerizada; el ser de las cosas es suplantado por el gráfico de sus variaciones.”
― Michel Houellebecq

“There are people passing by in their cars unaware
and unassuming
but I'm praying they'll look over and watch me worship you.”
― Halsey, I Would Leave Me If I Could: A Collection of Poetry

نجيب محفوظ
“وتمتع بسعادة قصرية كالعادة. لم يعرف السعادة إلا خطفًا مثل لقاءات الطريق العابرة. وعاد يقيس الطريق الطويلة ويئن تحت وطأة لانهائيته”
― نجيب محفوظ, حضرة المحترم

Agatha Christie
“Then, descending from his own Olympian heights to the level of more ordinary mortals, he inquired kindly of his guest: “Know anybody round this part of the world?”
― Agatha Christie, Murder Is Easy

Cornell Woolrich
“Her big eyes widened until he was swallowed whole in their depths. Then recognition slowly crept into them, a mischievous sort of recognition. The baby look had disappeared from her face, and it was that that had counted so much in her favor. A smile parted her lips, an acted smile with a little too much conceit in it to be real.”
― Cornell Woolrich, Children of the Ritz

Alejandro Puyana
“It had started to rain again and every surface in the jungle was suddenly transformed into a musical instrument.”
― Alejandro Puyana, Freedom Is a Feast