Sourav

“The true path is along a rope, not a rope suspended way up in the air, but rather only just over the ground. It seems more like a tripwire than a tightrope.”
― Franz Kafka, The Zürau Aphorisms

“My soul has been haunted by something like those forgotten melodies that come back to us at twilight, during those slow hours in which memory, like a ghost among ruins, stalks our thoughts.”
― Gustave Flaubert, The Letters of Gustave Flaubert, 1830-1857

“What he had really wanted to do was to tear a hole in his world and escape.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Signs and Symbols

“That distinctive singular stamp of himself is one of the main reasons readers come to love an author. The way you can just tell, often within a couple paragraphs, that something is by Dickens, or Chekhov, or Woolf, or Salinger, or Coetzee, or Ozick. The quality’s almost impossible to describe or account for straight out — it mostly presents as a vibe, a kind of perfume of sensibility — and critics’ attempts to reduce it to questions of “style” are almost universally lame.”
― David Foster Wallace, Consider the Lobster and Other Essays