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“Puns are the highest form of literature.”
― Alfred Hitchcock

“The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.”
― Samuel Beckett, Murphy

“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

“I felt as though I was partly unlearning what i had never learned and yet knew so well: I mean, how to live.”
― Albert Camus, The Fall