Pok Jayson

“I knew I could do it all this time,” said Harry, “Because I'd already done it... does that make sense?”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

“For all her chic thinness, she had an almost breakfast-cereal air of health, a soap-and-lemon cleanness, a rough pink darkening of the cheeks.”
― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories

“The last time the Right Honourable Gentleman raised the accusation about the policies of this government forcing his constituents to resort to inedible foods—in that case, as I remember, it was ants, earwigs, and glowworms—the National Health looked very seriously into the matter, and their inspectors. . . .” “Division! Division!” cried out some who had got the scent of blood, and Mallet Scuffs himself, successfully diverted, cried out, “Weevils, too! Weevils and grubs!” “Their inspectors. . . .” “Weevils, too, weevils and grubs! Weevils, too, weevils and grubs!” chanted a Marxist anti-missile faction.”
― Mark Helprin, Freddy and Fredericka

“She lay a moment longer. Oh it was queer; she was ignited. Now she understood it. Love. And she was changed.”
― Lesley Glaister, Blasted Things