Tom

“To fall for," "to be fallen for"--I feel in these words something unspeakably vulgar, farcical, and at the same time extraordinarily complacent. Once these expressions put in an appearance, no matter how solemn the place, the silent cathedrals of melancholy crumble, leaving nothing but an impression of fatuousness. It is curious, but the cathedrals of melancholy are not necessarily demolished if one can replace the vulgar "What a messy business it is to be fallen for" by the more literary "What uneasiness lies in being loved.”
― Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human

“And now you can't smoke in bars. Yeah, I know that's happening everywhere, but a bar isn't supposed to be a healthy place, goddammit. It's a place you go to scheme, to relax, to get wasted. But not here.”
― Mariana Enríquez, The Dangers of Smoking in Bed

“Everything was lost, I had fallen off the map: the disorientation of being in the wrong apartment, with the wrong family, was wearing me down, so I felt groggy and punch-drunk, weepy almost, like an interrogated prisoner prevented from sleeping for days. Over and over, I kept thinking I’ve got to go home and then, for the millionth time, I can’t.”
― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“You two look like potatoes.”
― Wolfgang Herrndorf, Tschick