Celia Padarebones

“When the heart has its moment of truth & sorrow, the soul can't be stilled.”
― Gregory David Roberts, Shantaram

“— Водка ли е? — попита тихо Маргарита.
Котаракът подскочи на стола от обида.
— Но моля ви, кралице — изхриптя той, — как бих си позволил да налея на една дама водка? Това е чист спирт!”
― Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita

“As Brother Francis readily admitted, his mastery of pre-Deluge English was far from masterful yet. The way nouns could sometimes modify other nouns in that tongue had always been one of his weak points. In Latin, as in most simple dialects of the region, a construction like servus puer meant about the same thing as puer servus, and even in English slave boy meant boy slave. But there the similarity ended. He had finally learned that house cat did not mean cat house, and that a dative of purpose or possession, as in mihi amicus, was somehow conveyed by dog food or sentry box even without inflection. But what of a triple appositive like fallout survival shelter? Brother Francis shook his head. The Warning on Inner Hatch mentioned food, water, and air; and yet surely these were not necessities for the fiends of Hell. At times, the novice found pre-Deluge English more perplexing than either Intermediate Angelology or Saint Leslie's theological calculus.”
― Walter M. Miller Jr., A Canticle for Leibowitz

“He had no money and no home; he lived entirely on the road of the racing circuit, sleeping in empty stalls, carrying with him only a saddle, his rosary, and his books....The books were the closest thing he had to furniture, and he lived in them the way other men live in easy chairs.”
― laura hillenbrand, Seabiscuit: An American Legend