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“The night was strangely beautiful. The moon was a graceful crescent, and it seemed as though he had never seen so many stars […] How can such a night be beautiful? he asked himself. Why would the stars want to look down on such as me?”
― George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

“It struck me every day
The lightning was as new
As if the cloud that instant slit
And let the fire through.
It burned me in the night,
It blistered in my dream;
It sickened fresh upon my sight
With every morning’s beam.
I thought that storm was brief,—
The maddest, quickest by;
But Nature lost the date of this,
And left it in the sky.”
― Emily Dickinson, The Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson

“I have led a toothless life, he thought. A toothless life. I have never bitten into anything. I was waiting. I was reserving myself for later on—and I have just noticed that my teeth have gone.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, The Age of Reason

“Something in my soul was rising, rising, ceaselessly, painfully, and refused to be still.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground