justine

“And blood-black nothingness began to spin. A system of cells interlinked, within cells interlinked, within cells interlinked within one stem. And dreadfully distinct against the dark, a tall white fountain played.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire

“But now Philip was here, and as his arms came around her, he felt so solid and good, and for once she could allow someone else to be strong for her.”
― Julia Quinn, To Sir Phillip, With Love

“With freedom, flowers, books, and the moon, who could not be perfectly happy?”
― Oscar Wilde, De Profundis