Kushaal Devanahalli

“This was what we Japanese called the “onion life”—peeling away a layer at a time and crying all the while.”
― Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha

“Advertising has these people chasing cars and clothes they don’t need. Generations have been working in jobs they hate, just so they can buy what they don’t really need.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club

“Slowly the golden memory of the dead sun fades from the hearts of the cold, sad clouds.  Silent, like sorrowing children, the birds have ceased their song, and only the moorhen’s plaintive cry and the harsh croak of the corncrake stirs the awed hush around the couch of waters, where the dying day breathes out her last. From the dim woods on either bank, Night’s ghostly army, the grey shadows, creep out with noiseless tread to chase away the lingering rear-guard of the light, and pass, with noiseless, unseen feet, above the waving river-grass, and through the sighing rushes; and Night, upon her sombre throne, folds her black wings above the darkening world, and, from her phantom palace, lit by the pale stars, reigns in stillness.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men in a Boat

“There is no friend as loyal as a book.”
― Ernest Hemingway