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“It was a small town by a small river and a small lake in a small northern part of a Midwest state. There wasn't so much wilderness around you couldn't see the town. But on the other hand there wasn't so much town you couldn't see and feel and touch and smell the wilderness. The town was full of trees. And dry grass and dead flowers now that autumn was here. And full of fences to walk on and sidewalks to skate on and a large ravine to tumble in and yell across. And the town was full of...

Boys.
And it was the afternoon of Halloween.
And all the houses shut against a cool wind.
And the town was full of cold sunlight.
But suddenly, the day was gone.
Night came out from under each tree and spread.”
― Ray Bradbury, The Halloween Tree

“Which of all my important nothings shall I tell you first?”
― Jane Austen

“She philosophically noted dates as they came past in the revolution of the year. Her own birthday, and every other day individualized by incidents in which she had taken some share. She suddenly thought, one afternoon, that there was another date, of greater importance than all those; that of her own death; a day which lay sly and unseen among all the other days of the year, giving no sign or sound when she annually passed over it; but not the less surely there. When was it?”
― Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D’Urbervilles

“E a luz da vela, sob a qual ela havia lido um livro repleto de aflições, ilusões, desgraças e maldades, inflamou-se e ficou mais clara do que nunca, iluminou para ela tudo aquilo que, antes, eram trevas, começou a crepitar, empalideceu e extinguiu-se para sempre.”
― Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina