Leni

“Does such a thing as 'the fatal flaw,' that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn't. Now I think it does. And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

“That night was not like the other night, if it had been I would have known. For when I try and think of that night, on the canal-bank, I find nothing, no night properly speaking, nothing but Molloy in the ditch and perfect silence, and behind my closed lids the little night and its little lights, faint at first, then flaming and extinguished, now ravening, now fed, as fire by filth and martyrs.”
― Samuel Beckett, Molloy

“Someone must have been telling lies about Joseph K., for without having done anything wrong he was arrested one fine morning.”
― Franz Kafka, The Trial

“Enjoy those peaceful few seconds before you remember your own name. It's usually downhill from there.”
― Zoe Thorogood, It's Lonely at the Centre of the Earth