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“But still I was lonely. It was Boris that I missed, the whole impulsive mess of him: gloomy, reckless, hot-tempered, appallingly thoughtless. Boris pale and pasty, with his shoplifted apples and his Russian language novels, gnawed down fingernails and shoelaces dragging in the dust. Boris - budding alcoholic, fluent curser in four languages - who snatched his food from my plate when he felt like it and nodded off drunk on the floor, face red like he'd been slapped.”
― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“The sky is blue today, Max, and there is a big long cloud, and it's stretched out, like a rope. At the end of it, the sun is like a yellow hole...'
Max, at this moment, knew that only a child could have given him a weather report like that.”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“If he put implicit faith in her, nothing should hurt him; however deep he buried himself or climbed high, not for a second should he find himself without her. So boasting of her capacity to surround and protect, there was scarcely a shall of herself left for her to know herself by; all was so lavished and spent”
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

“I saw this blood-spattered but still buoyant person get into his bed and wrap himself up in the chaotic bedclothes. I hit him at very close range through the blankets, and then he lay back, and a big pink bubble with juvenile connotations formed on his lips, grew to the size of a toy balloon, and vanished.”
― Vladimir Nabakov, Lolita