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“With a beautiful girl I could have consoled myself that she was out of my league; that I was so haunted and stirred even by her plainness suggested—ominously—a love more binding than physical affection, some tar-pit of the soul where I might flop around and malinger for years.”
― The Goldfinch
― The Goldfinch
“About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she muttered, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone.”
― To the Lighthouse
― To the Lighthouse
“It is is better to know one book intimately than a hundred superficially.”
― The Secret History
― The Secret History
“It just happens to be the way that I'm made. I have to write things down to feel I fully comprehend them.”
― Norwegian Wood
― Norwegian Wood
“The voice fell low, sank into her breast and stretched the tight bodice over her heart as she came up close. He felt the young lips, her body sighing in relief against the arm growing stronger to hold her. There were now no more plans than if Dick had arbitrarily made some indissoluble mixture, with atoms joined and inseparable; you could throw it all out but never again could they fit back into atomic scale. As he held her and tasted her, and as she curved in further and further toward him, with her own lips, new to herself, drowned and engulfed in love, yet solaced and triumphant, he was thankful to have an existence at all, if only as a reflection in her wet eyes.”
― Tender Is the Night
― Tender Is the Night
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