Swapnil Dixit

“When little boys have learned a new bad word they are never happy till they have chalked it up on a door. And this also is Literature.”
― Rudyard Kipling, Indian Tales

“A hypocrite is a person who—but who isn’t? —DON MARQUIS I”
― Timothy Ferriss, The 4-Hour Work Week: Escape the 9-5, Live Anywhere and Join the New Rich

“The poem Ka wrote during the ensuing silence, without a single pause or missing word, he would later call ‘Heaven’. If he placed it on the ‘Imagination’ axis of the snowflake, far from the centre, right at the top, this was not to suggest that Heaven was the future of which we dream: for Ka, Heaven was the place where you kept alive the dreams of your memories.”
― Orhan Pamuk, Snow: Winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature

“It could mean anything?” said David. Grandad shines the torch across the walls looking for anything that might be what they are looking for, even though he’s not exactly sure what it is they are looking for. It could be anything? There’s nothing but dirty bricks and a few old work clothes hanging on hooks. After about fifteen minutes of looking everywhere, they have found nothing. “It has to be here somewhere?” said David. Grandad nods in agreement. “But where?” Shaye walks over to the clothes hanging on the wall; it looks like they haven’t been disturbed in a long time. He removes all three jackets and a black apron placing them on the floor. That’s odd thought Shaye. He continues to stare at the shiny metal thing sticking out of the wall. It isn't a hook or a peg, or even a”
― Daniel P. McCready, The Search for Sir Edward Cranach's Gold