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“I had felt the grip of his immortal hands on me. I had felt the burn of his venom in my mouth. The memory of it flowed in my bloodstream; the echo of his touch imprinted on my skin; the visions he had given me flickered and twisted in my head, all of them fighting for supremacy, never settling into one clear picture.”
― Jennifer Saint, Elektra

“Sitôt que le soleil pénètre dans une pièce où pétille un feu, le feu disparaît.”
― Michael Ondaatje

“Car peu d'entre nous savent ce qu'il peut y avoir d'infiniment patient, de commisération et d'indulgence sans bornes dans certains coeurs féminins. D'immenses trésors de sympathie, de consolation, d'espérance reposent dans ces coeurs purs, si souvent blessés eux aussi, car un coeur qui aime beaucoup souffre beaucoup, mais qui dissimulent soigneusement leur blessure aux regards indiscrets, car le chagrin profond le plus souvent se tait et se cache.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky

“had the loathing i felt always been there, though camouflaged, and all if needed was a night like this to let it out?
something bordering on nausea, something like remorse - was that it, then? - began to grip me and seemed to define itself more clearly the more i became aware of incipient daylight through our windows.”
― andre