Lostinsound

“And then I saw him and nothing was ever the same again.

The sky was never the same colour, the moon never the same shape: the air never smelt the same, food never tasted the same. Every word I knew changed its meaning, everything that once was stable and firm became as insubstantial as a puff of wind, and every puff of wind became a solid thing I could feel and touch.”
― Stephen Fry, Moab Is My Washpot

“What is it with me? Am I absolutely nobody, but merely inordinately vain? I do not know…. But I am most fearfully unhappy. That is all. I am so unhappy that I wish I was dead—yet I should be mad to die when I have not yet lived at all.”
― Katherine Mansfield

“He couldn't remember where he was. The thought made him smile”
― Cormac McCarthy

“Well, I can't eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest