Julian

“I think I would know Nora's fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women.”
― James Joyce, Selected Letters of James Joyce

“The champagne was dead. So it goes.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

“Paris is like a whore. From a distance she seems ravishing, you can't wait until you have her in your arms. And five minutes later you feel empty, disgusted with yourself. You feel tricked.”
― Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer