Slytano

“Heidi Schindler is Heidi Klauss now. Forty-one years old, she lives in a suburb of Frankfurt with a husband and four children, and is reasonably happy, certainly happier than she expected to be at twenty-three. The paperback copy of Howards End is still on the shelf in the spare bedroom, forgotten and unread, with the letter tucked neatly just inside the cover, next to an inscription in small, careful handwriting that reads: To dear Dexter. A great novel for your great journey. Travel well and return safely with no tattoos. Be good, or as good as you are able. Bloody hell, I’ll miss you. All my love, your good friend Emma Morley, Clapton, London, April 1990”
― David Nicholls, One Day

“In the meantime, we were book-hungry, sex-hungry, meritocratic, anarchistic. All political and social systems appeared to us corrupt, yet we declined to consider an alternative other than hedonistic chaos.”
― Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending

“You know my sister married a boy from Winston-Salem. And I thought to myself: I really need to get out of this town.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Passenger

“I had been driving toward a house that had not existed for decades.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane