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“It hardly mattered to him that [his] book was forgotten and that it served no use; and the question of its worth at any time seemed almost trivial...He let his fingers riffle through the pages and felt a tingling, as if those pages were alive… The fingers loosened, and the book they had held moved slowly and then swiftly across the still body and fell into the silence of the room.”
― John Williams, Stoner

“And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.”
― John Steinbeck, East of Eden

“The snow in the mountains was melting and Bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to understand the gravity of our situation.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

“In truth I am in love with death; no maiden ever took more pleasure in the contemplation of her bridal attire than I in fancying my limbs already enwrapped in their shroud: is it not my marriage dress?”
― Mary Shelley, Mathilda: A Gothic fiction of Forbidden Desires and Tragic Isolation