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“Kisses, my love, deep ones, to the point of fainting-”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Vera

“It is late now, I am a bit tired; the sky is irritated by stars. And I love you, I love you, I love you – and perhaps this is how the whole enormous world, shining all over, can be created – out of five vowels and three consonants.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Vera

“The right words always seemed to come too late.”
― Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage

“And what’s the use of talking, if you already know that others don’t feel what you feel?”
― Louise Bourgeois