Clemente Versace

“What she needed was just one person, one wise and sympathetic grown-up who could help her.”
― Roald Dahl, Matilda

“През прозореца се виждаха дългите следи от сълзите на здрача по черните бузи на облаците.”
― Boris Vian, L'herbe rouge - roman / Les lurettes fourrées - nouvelles

“Once, in a cheap science fiction novel, Fat had come across a perfect description of the Black Iron Prison, but set in the far future. So if you superimposed the past (ancient Rome) over the present (California in the twentieth century) and superimposed the far future world of The Android Cried Me a River over that, you got the Empire, as the supra- or trans-temporal constant. Everyone who had ever lived was literally surrounded by the iron walls of the prison; they were all inside it and none of them knew it.”
― Philip K. Dick, VALIS

“Thank you,” Simon said. “It’s a joke, Isabelle. He’s the Count. He likes counting. You know. ‘What did the Count eat today, children? One chocolate chip cookie, two chocolate chip cookies, three chocolate chip cookies . . .’”

There was a rush of cold air as the door of the restaurant opened, letting in another customer. Isabelle shivered and reached for her black silk scarf. “It’s not realistic.”

“What would you prefer? ‘What did the Count eat today, children? One helpless villager, two helpless villagers, three helpless villagers . . .”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels