Natasha

“She respected her husband in the same way as she respected the General Post Office, as something large, secure and fixed: and though she knew the small number of his talents she appreciated his abstract value as a male.”
― James Joyce, Dubliners

“And the rest is rust and stardust.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.”
― Vladimir Nabokov

“Too excited to be genuinely happy”
― James Joyce, Dubliners