Sabrina

“...The asses who might really think that in the starlight of eternity, my [and her] conjunction, somewhere in North America, in the nineteenth century represented but one trillionth of a trillionth part of a pinpoint planet's significance can bray... because the rapture of her identity, placed under the microscope of reality, shows a complex system of those subtle bridges which the senses traverse—laughing, embraced, throwing flowers in the air—between membrane and brain, and which always was and is a form of memory, even at the moment of its perception.

I am weak. I write badly.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle

“A great brush swept smooth across his mind, sweeping across it moving branches, children's voices, the shuffle of feet, and people passing, and humming traffic, rising and falling traffic. Down, down he sank into the plumes and feathers of sleep, sank, and was muffled over.”
― Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

“The boundlessness of space nurtured a dark new humanity in its dark embrace.”
― Liu Cixin, The Dark Forest

“We belong to the Earth and the sea, you belong to the stars." "Is that bad?" "No. It's very good.”
― Cixin Liu, The Dark Forest