Natasha

“He lived at a little distance from his body, regarding his own acts with doubtful side-glances. He had an odd autobiographical habit which led him to compose in his mind from time to time a short sentence about himself containing a subject in the third person and a verb in the past tense.”
― James Joyce, Dubliners

“Mr Leopold Bloom ate with relish the inner organs of beasts and fowls. He liked thick giblet soup, nutty gizzards, a stuffed roast heart, liverslices fried with crustcrumbs, fried hencods' roes. Most of all he liked grilled mutton kidneys which gave to his palate a fine tang of faintly scented urine.”
― James Joyce, Ulysses

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

“He drew forth a phrase from his treasure and spoke it softly to himself:
A day of dappled seaborne clouds.”
― James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man