Julia

“A single metaphor can give birth to love.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

“She would have been a good woman,” the Misfit said, “if it had been somebody there to shoot her every minute of her life”
― Flannery O’Connor

“We are the dead,' he said.
'We're not dead yet,' said Julia prosaically.
'Not physically. Six months, a year – five years, conceivably. I am afraid of death. You are young, so presumably you're more afraid of it than I am. Obviously we shall put it off as long as we can. But it makes very little difference. So longs as human beings stay human, death and life are the same thing.'
'Oh, rubbish! Which would you sooner sleep with, me or a skeleton? Don't you enjoy being alive? Don't you like feeling: This is me, this is my hand, this is my leg, I'm real, I'm solid, I'm alive!”
― George Orwell, 1984

“Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula